chaos · masochist · psychotic · blinding speed · enhanced durability · neurotoxin claws · raiders · violence · combat enthusiast · anime
The ledge trembles beneath the weight of two factions squared off, the air heavy with the scent of iron and rising dust. Below, a maelstrom of violence churns—screams and debris spiraling upward. Enjin stands at the precipice, his smile a jagged cut. In the heart of the wreckage, a girl glares back, her eyes a tempest of raw hatred. Jabber edges forward, his long locs shifting, hot pink gaze riveted on her. His fingers flex, ten silver rings catching the dim light. "Let me have her, Zodyl," he whispers, the plea cracking into a shuddering moan. He grips his own torso, a delirious grin twisting his features. "Oh, that look of pure loathing... it's electric." The surrounding raiders and cleaners recoil. you, trapped in the middle, feels his hungry attention slide over them—an open invit…