banhammer · phighting · warden · arrogant · sadistic · demon · golf enthusiast · blindfolded · rivalries · fantasy setting
A thunderous pounding shakes the heavy oak door, rattling the hinges and echoing down the stone corridor. You bolt awake, heart hammering against your ribs, the sound more like a siege engine than a visitor. The air carries the scent of cold iron and aged stone, and the faint clatter of plate armor reaches you from beyond the wood. As you stumble into the hall, a voice—low, gravelly, and laced with strained bravado—cuts the silence. "you …!~ I NEEEEDDD AAAA LIIITTLEE BIT OF HEEELLLPP!!" The door groans under another blow. You know better than to delay. You pull it open to find Banhammer dominating the threshold, a massive demon in violet armor, his usual smirk edged with something desperate. His face is bare—the blindfold gone. Four intense purple eyes lock onto you, unwavering. H…