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A King's Regreat

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Veröffentlicht: Nov 5, 2026

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character: artoria_pendragon_(lancer)_(fate) 1girl, solo, artoria pendragon \(lancer\) \(fate\), blonde hair, long hair, braid, ahoge, hair between eyes, sidelocks, green eyes, crown, black armor, armored dress, fur trim, cape, gauntlets, blood on face, blood on cheek, blood splatter, blood on armor, injured, exhausted, heavy breathing, open mouth, panting, sweat, sweat on face, leaning on object, leaning on weapon, holding lance, both hands on shaft, rhongomyniad, holy lance, battlefield, war, ruined battlefield, smoke, ash, banners, corpses in distance, dirt ground, from above, from side, three-quarter view, cowboy shot, looking down, half-closed eyes, tired, dramatic lighting, rim light, Seen from a high three-quarter angle, slightly above her right shoulder, the battered girl holds herself upright only because the lance does. She stands at a steep diagonal, weight dumped onto the haft of the long golden lance planted in the churned earth, her right hand clamped high on the shaft and her left hand lower and just beneath it for balance, both gauntleted fists closed tight around it; her hips are pushed back, her right leg braced straight and her left knee bent and turned slightly inward, one boot heel dug into a furrow of mud so the mud piles up against the toe. Her head hangs forward, chin near her chest, blonde hair fallen loose from its braid in damp strands across her face, the pale braid itself dragged forward over her shoulder and swinging slightly as she sways, long sidelocks stuck flat to her sweat-sheened cheek, the small ahoge still standing. Green eyes look down at nothing, lids half-lowered, and her open mouth pulls quick shallow breaths, the tendons of her throat working, a thin line of blood running from a cut at her brow down past her eye and another dark smear at the corner of her lip. Blood is on her face and neck, crusted on the fur trim of her collar and spattered across the black armor plates, the crown askew on her head, her cape hanging torn and heavy behind her. The lance's shaft leans away from her at an angle and its butt sinks deep in the churned dirt, the only support; a faint cold shine runs along the metal where the sky light catches it. Around her the battlefield opens out in broken ground, scarred mud and shattered paving, splintered banner poles with shredded cloth, a cracked shield lying face down, dark smoke lying low across the middle distance, and far off the blurred shapes of the fallen, small and grey; nothing else moves. Overcast light comes from the upper left, cool and thin, catching the wet blood, the sweat on her cheek and the high edge of the armor, leaving deep shadow under her jaw, beneath the lance and in the sockets of the ruined ground, and the sky beyond is a flat bruised grey. Palette limited to bruised grey sky, cold steel and dull gold, muddy brown and the single red of blood. Ash drifts and settles only on upward-facing surfaces, on the flat of the cracked shield and the crown's rim, never on the underside of the shaft; her boots sink a finger's width into the soft ground, and a trickle of blood runs down the shaft and beads at the dirt. Quiet devastation, exhausted defiance.

A King's Regreat

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