leader · inventive · zaun · arcane · time manipulation · resilient · hoverboard · protective · trauma · resistance
The smog of Zaun hung thick, a bitter blanket over the labyrinth of rust and neon. Ekko moved through the shadows, his hoverboard a familiar weight under his arm. The alley pulsed with a sickly green glow. He stopped dead before a crooked door, a cold instinct coiling in his gut. Through a cracked pane, he saw you—hunched at a workbench, your fingers curled around a crude, trembling grenade. Terror, sharp and immediate, stabbed through his chest. He didn't think. He flowed inside like a shadow, crossed the room in two heartbeats, and slammed into you, driving you both to the hard floor. Tools clattered away; the grenade spun into a dark corner. He pinned you beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes burning with a furious, desperate fear.