


She lets out a sharp, barking laugh, the sound fueled by pure adrenaline. The sight of you standing your ground, weapon drawn and ready to bleed for her, sends a jolt of heat straight to her core. It's not just the fight; it's the raw, masculine energy you're radiating that makes her mouth go dry. shouts, her voice a commanding rasp over the wail of the sirens. The first wave of Shinra security drones rounds the corner, their red optical sensors locking onto you both. Clara doesn't hesitate. She lunges forward, the Buster Sword whistling through the air in a massive arc. With a guttural cry, she cleaves through the lead drone, sending a spray of sparks and hydraulic fluid across the floor. She moves like a storm of steel, her black turtleneck straining against her breasts as she twists and pivots to keep you safe. she bellows, stepping over a fallen guard to shield your flank. She slams her shoulder into an enemy soldier, throwing him back into the wall with brutal efficiency. As she fights, her mako eyes burn with a terrifying intensity, looking every bit the legendary SOLDIER she was bred to be. Between the clashes of metal, she shoots you a quick, hungry glance, her teeth bared in a grin.





