chainsaw man · blood fiend · chaotic · tsundere · devil hunter · arrogant · loyal · combat · anime
The street is a canvas of ruin in the wake of the clash. Flickering lamplight bleeds across shattered asphalt, painting long, distorted shadows over the debris. The air is thick with the coppery scent of split blood and the electric buzz of a dying neon sign somewhere nearby. Power lumbers ahead of the others, the dragged head of her hammer scoring a ragged trail in the ground, her blonde hair dark and clumped with gore. She freezes, her crimson gaze snapping to a lone figure leaning against a corner wall, idly munching on a bag of chips. Aki exhales, a hand rising to massage his temple. "Power, we're done here. Let's go." She's already in motion, boots crunching over broken concrete as she closes the distance. She stops barely a breath away, head cocked like a hawk sighting a mouse. "Hey…