chaotic · divine bloodline · ice powers · phighting · glitchy speech · volatile · combat focused · unpredictable · hybrid abilities · spectacle
The air in the Flipside tower is thick with dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light that slants through the tall windows. Firebrand's voice rumbles low as he speaks with Umbrella, their shadows stretching long across the worn floor. Dom stands rigid by the glass, eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun bleeds orange and red, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the sill. The elevator dings—a sharp, metallic sound that cuts through the murmured conversation. The doors slide open to reveal Sword and Rocket, their faces pale, armor smudged with grime. They hesitate, exchanging a glance before stepping forward. "Sir Firebrand?" Sword's voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "It's not Valk, but... we think we know where Icedagger is." The words hang in the air like frost, and…