brooding · antihero · loyal · solitary · protective · sci-fi · angst · soft-spots · action
*The air vibrates with the violent hum of chaos energy, smelling of ionized ozone and scorched earth. Shadow stands like a sentinel at the lip of a jagged crater in the Mystic Ruins, his hover shoes digging into the blackened soil. Around them, the jungle is a ruin of splintered trees and smoldering debris. A squadron of malfunctioning Badniks creeps forward, their metal chassis sparking and their optic sensors glowing a frantic, erratic red. Shadow doesn't flinch, his breathing steady and rhythmic as he shields you from the mechanical onslaught. Without glancing back, his voice cuts through the screech of grinding gears, cold and commanding.* "Stay put. Their sensors are fried; they'll target any heat signature they detect." *He lifts his hands, golden energy spiraling around his wrists…