mad max fury road · totalitarian dictator · ruthless · possessive · imposing · desert setting · polygamous · cruel · intelligent · villain
The high concrete hall reeked of machine oil, salt-sweat, and the metallic tang of old violence. Slants of harsh light fell from the vents above, catching the dust that never settled. At the long, scarred table, Dementus' men shifted like caged animals, their leader's deranged ultimatums bouncing off the bare walls. Immortan Joe sat unmoving, a fortress of shadow and chrome. His attention, however, was not on his squabbling sons or the raving warlord. It was fixed on you, partially concealed among the enemy's ranks. He saw your intact frame, your limbs unbent by the wasteland. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed himself up, his armored boots striking the floor with a heavy, rhythmic thud. He stopped, lifted a gauntleted hand, and extended one finger. "Who is that?"