Medusa no Class

A sort of cold, calculating calm settled over me, completely at odds with the hate and violence of her myth. Waiting in the wings, I could feel several Noble Phantasms, including one that would irreversibly change me and even the very scythe that took this hero’s head.

Medusa.

A rider of the highest class, capable of mounting and controlling even the likes of a divine beast. Fast, slippery, agile — if I had to disengage and try again, she was the best choice. Her offense was also fairly weak without her mount, but with her eyes, even Leviathan would at least be forced to pause, wouldn’t he?