Cutter

Cutter is a 4-star character in Arknights. Cutter's class is Guard. Faction: Columbia.

On our Arknights tier list Cutter is B tier, 150th of the 293 characters ranked, from where 11 current tier lists put Cutter.

Cutter lands two hits with every attack and both her skills come with a low SP cost that lets her fire them off often, with huge ATK modifiers that let her still do real damage even against high-DEF targets when a skill is active. Redshift can hit the same enemy several times for big damage, and Crimson Crescent doubles her damage against flying enemies, both of which punch well above her rarity.

The catch is that her basic attacks split into two hits, so DEF reduction eats into damage twice and she barely dents heavily armored enemies without a skill up; she's also fragile and needs to keep attacking to charge those same skills, which puts her at real risk in a prolonged fight. We rank her B tier, one of the stronger 4-star melee options despite needing to stay aggressive to function.

SWO-Y: Cutter has three principles.

Never kill the innocent. No trafficking nor blackmail.

If the mission loses anyone their belongings, you have to compensate with equal value afterwards.

So today, while everyone's still asleep, Cutter knocks out a mercenary guard, cracks open a crate, and holds a hand out to the little girl inside.

She knows mercenaries. For people like them who deal in blood, letting the goods escape doesn't just affect their reputation, it impacts their business, so they'll kill their friends, and it won't weigh on them one bit.

But for the sake of this innocent girl, nothing will stop her.

Cutter conceals herself in the pitch-black night.

A dull, bad sweetness emerges in her throat, reminding her of the blood that coated her under the blazing sun in times past.

But the girl on her back grips Cutter's arms tight, reminiscent of that day years ago, when she herself gripped tight onto those machetes with no owner.

She pushes the girl up on her back, adjusting positions, freeing herself up.

In the interval where her taut nerves relax, the aches on her body come with–Cutter uses the moonlight to inspect their wounds on her.

A bolt shot at them hours earlier cut her shoulder and the girl's arm, the blood of the two congealed together.

In this moment, thanks to the movement, fresh blood finds a way to well from her shoulder again.

Cutter tilts her head to look, her mind beginning to ring thanks to this trouble from nowhere.

The rope that fate bound around her neck suddenly tightens, and Cutter begins to feel this instant that her very breathing is beginning to freeze.

Her hands turn cold in an instant, her heart pounding in her ears with every pulse, and she feels this darkness will drown her.

Cutter stares in shock, rooted to the ground, the cut on her shoulder smoldering red.