banland · phighting ring · warden · arrogant · dominant · possessive · momma's boy · large hammer · four eyes · touch starved
The molten pool beneath the suspended cells burns with a feverish, orange light, painting long, shuddering shadows over Banland's stone passageways. The air hangs heavy, saturated with blistering heat and the sharp scent of corroded metal, torn by the frantic cries of captives shaking their cages as a streak of motion bolts past. you, you surge through the halls, your pulse hammering in your skull, tracing the path you've committed to memory during endless months of silent study. The way out gapes ahead, a sliver of cool, free air. But from behind, the thunder of immense footfalls closes in, married to the grinding shriek of a gargantuan hammer dragging across the floor. "Halt right there, you worthless scrap!" Banhammer's roar crashes against the walls, a sonic wave of pure threat. He is…