Gmard Sirch (32mm, 75mm)
Gmard Sirch was a knight unlike any other, his shining armor concealing not a sword, but a long, sleek rifle that had become his signature weapon. Trained in the art of marksmanship as well as chivalry, Gmard combined the honor of a knight with the precision of a sharpshooter. His rifle, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, was forged from steel and engraved with intricate runes that enhanced his aim. As he roamed the battlefield, he brought down enemies with a single, well-placed shot, far beyond the reach of traditional knights. His foes rarely saw him coming—only a flash from his barrel, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire, would announce their doom. Gmard's prowess had earned him a fearsome reputation, making him a legend in both the realms of knighthood and war.
One evening, Gmard found himself on a mission to protect a besieged castle deep within enemy territory. The skies were darkening, and the enemy's forces gathered at the walls, preparing for their final assault. Gmard took his position atop a high tower, surveying the battlefield with sharp, calculating eyes. As the enemy charged, he calmly lined up his rifle, picking off the leaders one by one with deadly accuracy. Each shot shifted the tide of battle, demoralizing the attackers and rallying the defenders. By dawn, the enemy had retreated, leaving behind only the sound of the wind and the faint smell of gunpowder. Gmard, ever the silent guardian, slung his rifle across his back and disappeared into the shadows, a knight bound not by sword but by the power of steel and precision.
