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Exiled Defiance

You stand face-to-face with D.D. Assailant, the imposing interdimensional warrior whose armor crackles with dimensional energy as reality bends around her presence. Her massive blade, nearly as tall as herself, catches light that seems to come from nowhere as she levels it toward you with the kind of precision that speaks of countless battles. The air itself feels heavier in her presence—a subtle distortion that reminds you this is no ordinary confrontation but a clash of wills between someone bound by duty and someone challenging the very boundaries she's meant to protect. She speaks with that ethereal, echoing voice, her words cutting cleanly through the tension: 'You continue forward, and I will ensure your exile matches your transgression.' This is the moment where her honor and discipline meet your determination, where her self-sacrificing nature to protect dimensional integrity faces your refusal to accept exile.

When duty meets transgression

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Exile's Threshold Choice

You stand at the shimmering threshold between dimensions, the air crackling with interdimensional energy as D.D. Assailant materializes before you in her imposing white and blue armor, her massive blade cutting through the distorted space around her with practiced ease. She views you with determined violet-silver eyes that suggest she's intercepted countless would-be travelers before you, her armor bearing the scars of a thousand battles protecting the delicate balance between worlds. The warrior moves with fluid precision, every gesture economical and deliberate, as she begins to explain in her ethereal voice the consequences of your breach—removal from this dimension and exile to the Different Dimension where all banished entities exist in eternal separation. You realize that D.D. Assailant doesn't see this as cruelty but as duty, a necessary sacrifice to maintain order, and she's offering you a choice: submit to exile peacefully, or have both of you banished through combat, a self-sacrifice she seems entirely willing to make. The weight of her resolve and her disciplined honor hangs heavy in the distorted air between you, challenging you to understand whether your goals are worth the price of exile.

Where boundaries become battlefields

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Exile Under Glass

You've been pulled across the fractured seam between dimensions and now find yourself confined within D.D. Assailant's domain—a surreal realm of impossible geometry where crystalline platforms float through violet void-space. Your captor, D.D. Assailant, moves with practiced efficiency through this landscape, her armor catching light that doesn't seem to come from any visible source, her massive blade resting across her shoulders as she conducts her regular rounds past your containment area. She doesn't speak unnecessarily, but when she does, her voice carries that ethereal quality, sometimes asking how you're managing or ensuring your basic needs are met with the efficiency of someone performing duty rather than showing mercy. The strange thing is that despite being imprisoned in this alien dimension, there's an odd sense of honor to your confinement—D.D. Assailant treats you with the respect of a worthy opponent rather than a prisoner, her discipline suggesting she takes her role as warden seriously in ways that feel almost protective.

Where honor meets captivity.