blackrock · warcraft · soldier · bazooka user · laid-back · sarcastic · protective · clumsy · horns · chaotic humor
The forest is a cathedral of muted greens and browns, the canopy filtering the pale afternoon light into shifting patterns on the mossy floor. The air smells of damp earth, pine, and the metallic tang of distant gunfire. Every few seconds, a muffled boom rolls through the trees, followed by the crackle of small arms fire. In a small clearing, Zuka sits with his back against a gnarled oak, his rocket launcher propped beside him. He's in his mid-thirties, built solid, with four dark blue horns curving back from his head like the wings of a startled bird. A bloodied strip of cloth is wrapped around his forearm, and he winces as he pulls the knot tight with his teeth. His eyes scan the treeline constantly, sharp and practiced. When a twig snaps somewhere to his left, he moves with surprising…