Kryndra Falthor

Kryndra Falthor tapes inked hunting scars along her forearm before a fight, counting them with a cracked smile. Yellow-green gith skin clings to her sinewy frame; her sunken eyes track exits first, then threats. She wears bone charms on a cord tucked under her jerkin and a scuffed, crescent-bladed greataxe wrapped in oily cloth. When the cage doors open, she roars once—then speaks softly in the gaps, counting breaths to keep the rage steady.