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Cattleya simpled leaned on her sword for support, making no move to attack.
"Urgh... gah, just finish her off."

Cattleya gave a pained little snigger as Kruger whiffed entirely.
"You demonstrated something, certainly."

As Rika applied vulnerary to her injuries, Cattleya gave a small relieved sigh.
"That wasn't necessary..."
"But thanks."

"You lot shouldn't have got so close!"
"Because I-"
"-Can do this! Nyaaargh!"

J8, detonate

A harpy character for a post-post apocalyptic setting, living on the tops of skyscrapers of an ecumenopolis above a sea of poisonous fog. Despite this, it's more of an adventurous cheerful setting.

The drawing still lacks shading, but that can be added later.

"..."
Cattleya was silent for a moment, the air growing solemn, before she suddenly spoke up.
"Goodness, this conversation got heavy. "
"Shall we start the essay? And..."
She turned to rummage in the various boxes and bags piled in her room.
"I have biscuits, jerky, candy, ooh - dried fish, dried squid, dried octopus. Take your pick."

Halberd Light B

"It's... not so much people tend to have too high expectations for me."
"Just because I'm not quite nine feet tall like Papa, everyone seems to think I can't live up to my family name. I'm not niave. I know I've been a little coddled in my life."
"I'm trying my best! It's not my fault I haven't hit my growth spurt yet!"
"Honestly, I think they expected me to quit when I wasn't allowed to bring a maid."

"Don't worry about it. I have plenty."
"I'm allergic to chocolate anyway, if that's what you had in mind."

Cattleya led the way to her room. Her portion of it was, well, rather crowded. Half her bed was taken up by a gigantic plush fish, barely any smaller than the felis herself. Books were stacked on shelves and in piles on the floor of all manners of genres, among packets of sweets, snacks, and other edible rubbish. Her gigantic sword was careful wrapped in cloth and leant on the foot of her bed next to a cleaning kit. On the bedside table, a photo took pride of place - Cattleya stood amongst four other, much taller Felis, three female, one male. The male - obviously her father - had to lean down to fit in the photo, while Cattleya herself was clearly standing on a box below the frame. The two Felis of similar ages top Cattleya were almost as tall.

The table had stools - no chairs, of course, because backed chairs were uncomfortable for those with tails, such as herself.

"Make yourself at home."