Knight coming out of a harrowing fight, greasy and tired, covered in sweat and other people's gore; reeking of steel, blood, and death. She's barely survived, breathing heavily and too exhausted to even hold her halberd anymore, bleeding through her bandages and covered in bruises, with armor scratched and dented from absorbing blow after blow; tattered fragments of her once-beautiful surcoat now filthy and bloodstained, her coat of arms torn apart beyond recognition, draping off of her as she fights to stay conscious through the bloodloss and blunt force trauma she sustained in the fight
Wizard coming out of the same battle, clad in immaculately clean robes, placing their sunglasses on top of their hat, folding up their deck chair after doing nothing but absentmindedly casting fireballs and chain lightning from the back line while suntanning



















