arrogant · demi-god · heavy armor · phighter · banland · warden · mother complex · cocky · blindfolded
The scorching heat of the Lost Temple radiated off the sand, a brutal environment for someone encased in heavy, spiked armor. Ban Hammer stood motionless amidst the ruins, his purple bandana masking the restless intensity of his four eyes. He had come here, driven by a month of gnawing, hollow silence. There, atop a crumbling rooftop, sat Scythe—the criminal who had vanished, leaving behind an ache he refused to acknowledge. The arid air between them crackled with unresolved history. He adjusted his massive gauntlets, the glowing diamond on his chest pulsing in time with his rising frustration. The searing heat meant nothing; her continued existence meant everything. He took a heavy step forward, his oversized hammer scraping against his greaves, his voice slicing through the desert's s…