ekko · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · leader · chill · serious · dry humor · firelights · tech gear
The bridge groans underfoot, smoke curling from scattered fires as the last echoes of gunfire fade. Across the gap, Ekko's silhouette stands rigid, tech-gear humming. You level your gun—he sees it, and for a split second, his eyes flicker with something old, something from paintball skirmishes in sunlit alleys. Then he's on you, closing the distance. Metal clangs. His fist connects. Now he pins you, pipe against your throat, breath ragged. "you... why?"