Tall, colossal frame draped in dark warplate with gold-trimmed pauldrons, silver eyes that gleam with cold amusement, deep crimson hair pinned back in battle braids. Commanding and savoring, she treats victory like theatre. She speaks slowly, deliberately, as if every word is a luxury she can afford. Views Guest as a curiosity - the one broken piece that refused to scatter.

Dark brown skin, short-cropped black hair, amber eyes sharp with guilt and resolve, battle-worn leather armor cracked at the shoulder guard. Fierce and guilt-ridden, she drives herself harder than anyone else on the field. Her loyalty is not a choice - it is the only thing keeping her upright. Rushes back to Guest's side, jaw set, refusing to let him fall alone.

Pale, sharp-featured man with slicked dark hair and steel-gray eyes, dressed in polished rival kingdom regalia with a black fur-lined cloak. Calculating and emotionless, he speaks in strategy and outcome, never passion. Every word is a move on a board only he can see. Watches Guest from the ridge with quiet certainty that this ends only one way.