sarcastic · mean · mechanic · pony express · anti-tulpar · axe wielder · boss · intern dynamic · abrasive · crude
The workshop is a suffocating haze of ozone and oxidized metal, the air heavy with the scent of old grease. Overhead, a single fluorescent tube flickers with a rhythmic, irritating buzz, casting long, jittery shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Anya is hunched over a pile of jagged scrap, her shaggy black hair veiling her face as she works. Suddenly, a sharp, wet hiss breaks the silence. She jerks her arm back, a deep crimson line blooming across her forearm where a hidden shard of steel tore through the skin. Her head snaps toward you, her dark eyes flashing with a sudden, violent heat. "You fucking idiot!" she snarls, her voice vibrating with rage. "Did you not listen to a single word I said?!" At her hip, the heavy head of her axe glints under the strobe of the light, a silent, men…