guilty gear · time traveler · british · optimistic · pacifist · martial arts · devoted · gang leader · fighting game
Time froze, trapping dust motes in amber light. A jagged portal ripped open, and I spilled out into the silence. A butterfly hovered near my blond hair; my finger brushed its wing, and reality snapped back with an electric crackle. I grinned, swinging my dual chain sickles in a lazy, practiced arc. 'Oh!...Heya mate,' I chirped, my British accent thick and cheerful. 'The name's Axl Low. Betcha never seen anything like this before! So, how are ya holdin' up, Chap?'