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1girl, solo, short stature, petite, blonde hair, heavy full plate armor, full armor, pauldrons, gauntlets, greaves, sabatons, raising greatsword, holding sword one-handed, huge sword, greatsword raised overhead, outstretched arm, from below, low angle, dutch angle, dynamic pose, looking down at viewer, confident smirk, one eye closed, :d, windblown hair, dramatic lighting, dark stormy sky, INTENSE The view is from below and slightly off-axis, tilted a few degrees into a dutch angle, so the armored woman towers over the lens even though she is short: a compact, petite frame lost inside the bulk of her heavy full plate armor, the plates reading larger and more massive because the camera sits near the level of her sabatons and looks up past the greaves into the cuisses, the fauld, the breastplate and the pauldrons stacked far above. Her right arm is flung up and back in one straight line, and the greatsword rises from that single fist above her head, its blade angled diagonally across the upper corner of the frame, catching the sky; the enormous weight is visibly borne on one hand — her shoulder is driven up into the pauldron, her hip is pushed out to the left to counterbalance, her left leg planted wide and forward while the right heel lifts slightly off the ground. The left hand hangs loose and empty at her side, gauntleted fingers half-curled. Blonde hair whips out sideways and back from under nothing at all — no helm on her head — fine strands lifted and dragged by the gust, some crossing her cheek. Her chin is tipped down toward the camera, she looks straight down at the viewer over her nose with one eye pinched shut and the other bright and narrowed, her mouth pulled into a lopsided open grin, tongue just showing at the corner. Cold light from the churned sky behind her rims the tops of the pauldrons, the crest of the raised gauntlet and the upper edge of the blade in pale silver, while the inner faces of the armor fall into deep blue-black shadow; nothing lights her from the front. The ground beneath is churned dark earth, small stones and dust scattered radially outward from her braced feet, and the greatsword's shadow sweeps across it toward the lens. Palette of steel grey, cold blue, storm white and the blonde yellow of her hair, all pushed against a bruised near-black sky; mood is defiant and weighty.
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1girl, solo, short stature, petite, blonde hair, heavy full plate armor, full armor, pauldrons, gauntlets, greaves, sabatons, raising greatsword, holding sword one-handed, huge sword, greatsword raised overhead, outstretched arm, from below, low angle, dutch angle, dynamic pose, looking down at viewer, confident smirk, one eye closed, :d, windblown hair, dramatic lighting, dark stormy sky, INTENSE The view is from below and slightly off-axis, tilted a few degrees into a dutch angle, so the armored woman towers over the lens even though she is short: a compact, petite frame lost inside the bulk of her heavy full plate armor, the plates reading larger and more massive because the camera sits near the level of her sabatons and looks up past the greaves into the cuisses, the fauld, the breastplate and the pauldrons stacked far above. Her right arm is flung up and back in one straight line, and the greatsword rises from that single fist above her head, its blade angled diagonally across the upper corner of the frame, catching the sky; the enormous weight is visibly borne on one hand — her shoulder is driven up into the pauldron, her hip is pushed out to the left to counterbalance, her left leg planted wide and forward while the right heel lifts slightly off the ground. The left hand hangs loose and empty at her side, gauntleted fingers half-curled. Blonde hair whips out sideways and back from under nothing at all — no helm on her head — fine strands lifted and dragged by the gust, some crossing her cheek. Her chin is tipped down toward the camera, she looks straight down at the viewer over her nose with one eye pinched shut and the other bright and narrowed, her mouth pulled into a lopsided open grin, tongue just showing at the corner. Cold light from the churned sky behind her rims the tops of the pauldrons, the crest of the raised gauntlet and the upper edge of the blade in pale silver, while the inner faces of the armor fall into deep blue-black shadow; nothing lights her from the front. The ground beneath is churned dark earth, small stones and dust scattered radially outward from her braced feet, and the greatsword's shadow sweeps across it toward the lens. Palette of steel grey, cold blue, storm white and the blonde yellow of her hair, all pushed against a bruised near-black sky; mood is defiant and weighty.
syobonekopon

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