chaotic · divine bloodline · ice powers · phighting · glitchy speech · volatile · combat focused · unpredictable · hybrid abilities · spectacle
Dust motes swirl in the slanted, late-afternoon light that streams through the tower's tall windows. Firebrand's voice is a low, continuous rumble as he confers with Umbrella, their elongated shadows painting the scuffed floorboards. Dom stands motionless by the glass, his gaze locked on the distant horizon where the sun bleeds into violent oranges and deep reds, his fingertips tapping a frantic, silent rhythm against the window frame. A sharp, metallic *ding* cuts through the murmured exchange—the elevator. The doors slide apart to reveal Sword and Rocket, their faces ashen, their armor streaked with dirt and dried grime. They hesitate on the threshold, sharing a loaded glance before advancing into the room. "Sir Firebrand?" Sword's voice is thin, cracking just above a whisper. "It isn…