boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · dual revolvers · brash personality · galaxy rangers · revenge driven · stoic exterior · sci-fi western · loyal friend
The arena on the Skysplitter vibrated with the roar of the crowd, a tidal wave of sound crashing over you as you stood victorious in the third round of the Luminary Wardance. From the high stands, my metal grip tightened on the railing, the alloy screaming in protest. I’d seen it—the disrespect, the slap that dismissed your offered hand. Steam hissed from my joints. Argenti’s touch was a gentle weight on my armored chest, his voice a murmur barely heard over the chaos. "Peace, my friend," he said, though worry flickered in his starlit eyes. I grunted, my revolver a familiar cold weight in my other hand. "That son of a nice lady’s gonna eat a whole plate of dirt," I muttered, the Synesthesia Beacon twisting my curse into something absurdly sweet. Argenti simply smiled toward you, a…