Kira turned back around, her finger moving down to point at a pale, starburst-shaped cluster of scar tissue resting just above her ribs on her left side.
"And this one," she continued, her chest swelling with undeniable, fierce pride. "I got this four cycles ago. The tribe was attacked by a sudden, massive beast tide. A few Layer 1 rot-hounds managed to break through a weak point in our outer defense line and got into the lower rings where the common people live.
A pack of them cornered a group of gatherers and their children. I threw myself in the way, fought hard and took a set of fungal claws meant for a little girl."
She didn't stop there. She became animated, proudly pointing out the violent history written across her flesh.
