Pallas

Pallas is a 6-star character in Arknights. Pallas's class is Guard. Faction: Minos.

On our Arknights tier list Pallas is B tier, 104th of the 293 characters ranked, from where 9 current tier lists put Pallas.

A 6-star Instructor Guard who attacks two tiles ahead and is usually placed behind a blocker. Every hit heals her and the operator in front of her, and Minoan operators get extra ATK above 80% HP. Whip of Conviction extends her range with frequent brief stuns, and Blessing of Heroism doubles her ATK, lets her hit two more targets, and gives the melee ally ahead more ATK, 35% DEF and extra block, or gives them to her if nobody's there.

She supports well and deals solid damage herself.

INS-X: "Because of these black rocks on my body, I had no choice but to leave my homeland, the place where my ancestors defended generations after generations.

It may have caused lots of pain and suffering, but, looking back, I cannot help but smile.

That said, how am I supposed to live when I have to cut all my ties with Minos and abandon my roots?

I would yet like another taste of the herb cakes from Athenius.

I wish to enjoy the fine wine from Lachedamon.

I want to be able to bring home souvenirs from the Corinia markets again.

I hope I'll yet be able to lay my heart bare to the scholars, spar with the warriors, and negotiate with the merchants there.

I wonder when I will get to enjoy my life so once again?

Mountains of Minos, please allow me to continue my ramblings.

O Almighty Athos, do you nurture your faithful children of Minos still?

I but wish that those faithful believers who drink your springwater yet give to you their praises and offerings.

Hymnoi, my most respected teacher. Are there still those who seek the meaning of life from your embrace?

I know you keep to yourself, but if those who seek your help are true to heart, I ask you to please guide them to the right path.

O Heria, respected and majestic Heria. Are there yet simpletons who attempt to make their way to your summit merely for fame?

Please, let them return home safely after your punishments.

They are young and immature. Please do not take away their future for your brief moments of fury.

The lands of Minos. Words cannot describe how beautiful you are, and nothing comes close to your magnificence.

Yet I must say these words and mark them down for prosperity.

These are only words that a Forte, far away from home, still has for comfort.

Should these words go unsaid, these woes deep in my heart will endanger even my life.

Please forgive me for resorting to such shallow methods to compose myself.

I will yet wander outside your domain.

It may take several years, perhaps decades.

But I promise you this.

It matters not how long.

I will once again return to your embrace.

This is the truest, most sincere oath that a Minoan can take.

I am certain you can hear me.

This rock, mined in Aegean, yet remains affixed to my hammer.

With it, I will make it through all obstacles in life.

It will bear witness to my faith, hear my odes, and execute these great deeds with me.

After countless trials and tribulations, the melodies of my return shall be sounded.

At that moment in time, it will recant to you these writings of mine at the temple.

I will ever hold out hope that this day will be soon.

–Excerpts from some disorganized scribblings written by Pallas.

INS-Y: (In the background, desert hills, and the black curtains left over from last year's festival.

Hang up two moons. )

(Enter choir from stage left. Chant. Enter the HERO from backstage.

HERO: My dearest companions! Tonight, in this place, we finally gather.

HERO: We rest our feet on the highest peak of Minos.

We stand here and gaze as far as the eye may see, to the land covered by the radiance of the moons.

All is our home.

The mountain spring flows forth from here, crosses untold hills, sweeps untold grasslands, and finally flows into the lake of the Aegean Plains, to become one with the blood of us all.

We owe it to our shared language, our shared folksong, our shared beliefs, that we stand here, to expel our common enemy.

After tonight, so too will our blood unite.

HERO: Let us drink together from a ladle of this spring water, and as we return in victory, we may then drink together from the mead this spring water creates.

(The HERO, together with every FOLLOWER, imbibes wine.

Timmy is still not of age. Please give him ginger ale instead.

HERO: I imagine we all, when we were born of this land and first opened our eyes, saw that our soil was ravaged by lowly intruders, and that our first wail was mingled with the invaders' satisfied jeers.

We have never seen the great and peaceful days spoken of in the epics, but we've no iota of doubt that this land we call Minos was of much different impression a century ago.

(Performers begin to play here, growing gradually impassioned as the lyrics progress.

(Choir dances, and pairs off with Originium Arts.

HERO: Beneath the warm sunshine, the people contested in military fashion, yet did not endanger their lives, but simply tempered their wills and physiques; the crossing of words was not for epithets of hate, but for the pursuit of this land's deepest secrets.

The forests were not places to lay treacherous ambush, for Heria's thickets were of a different image in the verses; the rivers served as more than a channel to break the enemy front, for in them we could bathe and sing loud.

HERO: The rose has need of the thorn's protection, and the beauty of our poems likewise ask for blade and shield to guard them.

And we can use their petals to adorn our armor, and see their verses meld with our songs of war.

HERO: Behold, for the moons are at their peak.

Our victory in this war is as clear as this night sky.

I believe it.

(Turn lighting up to maximum. )

HERO: Warriors, heroes, sharpen your weapons for the very last time.

The withered trees will turn to nourishment that feeds this land, and the ruins of the wild will become as foundations for our rebuilt splendor.

Tonight, we take back our faith, and we take back both the history and future of Minos.

(The HERO raises their sword, and all FOLLOWERS pick up their weapons and line up.

Choir chants. Curtains. )

(Pay attention to number of weapons when inventorying props.

DO NOT let real weapons get mixed in. )

–From the third act of the Theater of Akroti's "Light of Heria".

Pallas performs as the HERO CYPHUS, with a great deal of annotations and notes beside each of her lines.