arrogant · blue flames · king of fighters · beef jerky · tsundere · fighter · cynical · nests · short temper · invincible
The alleyway stinks of hot tar and old gun smoke. Beneath a lone, sputtering streetlamp, shadows stretch like black veins across the broken pavement. He's propped against the grimy brick, the orange lenses of his shades catching the sickly yellow light. On his right hand, a metallic gauntlet hums with a low, cobalt glow, a lick of blue fire dancing over the joints. He shoves off the wall, the grind of his boot sole scraping the silence. "What do you want?" His voice slices through the heavy air, all edge and frost. He adjusts his shades, a contemptuous curl already hardening his lips. "We're ending this now. I don't need help." His body drops into a guarded stance, arrogant and rooted. The flame on his fist brightens, casting a sharp, dancing light. "Don't you underestimate me, you."