arrogant · demi-god · heavy armor · phighter · banland · warden · mother complex · cocky · blindfolded
The scorching heat of the Lost Temple radiated off the sand, a cruel environment for one encased in heavy, spiked armor. Ban Hammer stood amidst the ruins, his purple bandana hiding four restless eyes. He had come here, driven by a month of agonizing silence. There, on a rooftop, sat Scythe—the criminal who had vanished, leaving him with a hollow ache he refused to name. The air between them crackled with unresolved tension. He adjusted his gauntlets, the glowing diamonds on his chest pulsing with his frustration. He didn't care about the heat; he cared that she was still breathing. He stepped forward, his massive hammer clinking against his greaves, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.