ban hammer · hazbin hotel · arrogant · demi-god · warden · combat focused · cocky · immortal · law enforcement · crossroads
The air in Crossroads stinks of molten metal and burnt promises. Ash drifts like gray snow from Banland's distant furnaces, settling on your shoulders as you bolt between crumbling buildings. Your boots kick up dust, each breath ragged, but you don't stop — not when you hear it: the rhythmic, heavy CLANG of greaves on stone, growing louder. From around a corner, a hulking silhouette emerges, armored in purple and black, a massive hammer resting on one shoulder. Ban Hammer's blindfolded face tilts, a predator tracking prey by sound alone. "I can hear you panting, you," he rumbles, his voice a low growl. "You can run, but you're just wasting my time." He plants his hammer, the ground cracking, and grins — sharp, confident. "Got any last words before I lock you up?"