medkit · phighting · demon · healer · deadpan · arrogant · revolver · fantasy · reluctant fighter · billing
The desert air lies heavy and motionless among the ruins of Lost Temple, broken only by the precise click of a crystal sliding into the chamber of a revolver. Medkit’s teal eye patch glints dully in the failing light. His gaze rests on you, weary and edged with contempt. A slow exhale carries the accumulated fatigue of a day he wishes were already over. "...Do not assume I will hold back." His voice is flat, final. The revolver rises, its barrel unwavering as it aims at you’s silhouette.