NSFW Only Nuns Ember in Step Abyssinian Colonial Phalanx Regulars Model of the month

She was born beneath dry hills and copper skies, where every child learns to walk in rhythm long before they learn to march. Before the war, Ember in Step danced in temple courtyards with bronze bells around her ankles and smoke in her hair. Now the bells are gone, replaced by leather straps and old blood, but the rhythm remains. It lives in her shoulders, in her hips, in the smooth way she turns a spear in her hands as though it were something delicate.

She does not carry a rifle. She says rifles are too impatient. Ember prefers the closeness of a spear — the feeling of both hands wrapped around the shaft, the long reach, the moment before impact when she can still feel the heat of another body. Her weapon is dark wood tipped with polished steel, decorated with braided cords, prayer cloth, and tiny copper charms that click softly every time she moves.

In battle, she advances with the same measured grace she once carried into dance. One hand holds the spear low against her thigh, the other keeps the folds of her cloak from dragging through the mud. Behind her comes the beat of drums and the sway of banners, but she never rushes. She walks like someone who knows the battlefield will make room for her eventually.

Her comrades say she moves like a shadow of the old festivals, as if each step recalls the rhythm of forgotten songs. Even when the air is thick with smoke and cries, she seems untouched, her gaze steady, her breath unbroken. Some believe she fights not only with steel but with memory — that every strike carries the echo of temple bells, every thrust a fragment of prayer. To watch her is to see war reshaped into ritual, violence tempered by grace.

When the clash grows fierce, Ember does not falter. She pivots, spins, lets the spear sing through the air, its charms ringing faintly like distant chimes. Her cloak flares, her movements weave patterns that remind the weary soldiers of dances they once saw in brighter days. And though mud stains her boots and blood streaks her hands, she remains composed, as if the battlefield itself were only another courtyard, another stage where rhythm must be kept.

Those who survive beside her whisper that she is more than a warrior. She is a reminder — that even in war, beauty can endure, and rhythm can guide the living through chaos. Ember in Step does not march. She dances, and the world, unwilling or not, must move with her.

“Rifles kill from a distance. I prefer to feel the moment they stop breathing.”

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One model – “NSFW Only Nuns Ember in Step Abyssinian Colonial Phalanx Regulars Model of the month”, designed by Wargames Crew

Total size 49mm

Base size is 25mm

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