Saimet

His helmet bends light and air alike, crafting mirages in the Heat Haze of his passing. What enemies see is never what strikes them. In the Colosseum, his distorted form closes the gap between illusion and broken bone.

兜が織りなす陽炎は虚実の境を乱す。敵が見るものは既に過去の残像。接近し、歪んだ像の奥から放たれる拳だけが真実を告げる。