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ボス敵風女

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copyright: fate/grand_order 1girl, solo, silver hair, very long hair, ponytail, ahoge, purple eyes, glowing eyes, glowing, evil smile, twisted smile, smirk, beautiful woman, female knight, black armor, crimson accents, jagged armor, spiked gauntlets, armored skirt, holding sword, dark sword, purple cracks, cracked blade, dark purple aura, aura, cursed shadows, shadowy tendrils, cloak, grabbing cloak, discarding cape, throwing off cloak, standing, upper body portrait, cowboy shot, from below, dutch angle, looking down at viewer, medieval fantasy city, thick fog, moon, night, dark background, battle beginning, dramatic lighting, strong contrast, soft light, vibrant color, flat cel-shading, clean lineart, sharp outlines, dark fantasy, masterpiece, best quality, anime illustration, The camera looks up at her from below, tilted slightly off level, so the one silver-haired female knight fills the upper-body portrait: her head is thrown back a little and her shoulders lean forward over the lens, giving her every advantage of height. Her very long silver hair is bound high in a ponytail whose tail whips out behind her right shoulder and vanishes into the fog; the crown of her hair is all one loose ahoge lifting and curling in the draught. Her eyes are a lit purple, glowing from within and burning brighter than anything else near her face, and the light of them catches the lower edge of her iris. Her mouth is pulled up into a twisted, evil smile, one corner hooked much higher than the other, a canine showing and no warmth at all in it, yet the whole arrangement of her brows and jaw stays composed and elegant. She wears black and crimson jagged armor: overlapping plates split by raw crimson seams, pauldrons cut to sharp points, an armored skirt of layered tassets flaring at her hips, every edge a serrated sawtooth. Both gauntlets are studded with spikes that run from the back of her hand to her knuckles. Her left hand is clamped around the bunched collar of her cloak and has just wrenched it from her shoulders: the cloak swings off her back and falls away to the right and behind her, its pins giving way, its hem still curled where her fingers crushed it, and her left arm is flung out to that side with the fabric caught mid-snap. Her right hand grips the cursed dark Clarent sword, held low at a slight angle at her right hip, its black blade veined with glowing purple cracks that spider down the fuller and pulse brighter at the guard, the tip of the sword passing out of the bottom of the frame. Her weight rests on her right leg, her hip cocked, the armored skirt still settling. A dark purple aura boils off her armor and rises around her shoulders, and cursed shadows trail from her back and hem, thin ragged tendrils of black that curl into the fog and drag along the ground behind her. Around her, a medieval fantasy town in thick fog: gable-roofed houses and a crooked spire stand as grey silhouettes in the mist, the moon a hard white disc above them, the fog lit from the street side and going opaque the deeper it recedes. The key light comes from the moon and the aura together, cold and purple, striking the upward faces of her pauldrons and the top of her gauntlets while everything beneath them drops to near-black; the fog glows faintly and thins in her heat, and her hair and the discarded cloak throw hard shadows across the fog behind her. The palette is silver, black and crimson against deep violet, the moonlight the only white in it. Battle is just beginning, and she is already smiling. Menacing, cold elegance.

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