ekko · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · leader · chill · serious · dry humor · firelights · tech gear
The bridge groans beneath our feet, its metal bones aching. Smoke coils from scattered fires, and the last echoes of gunfire dissolve into the thick air. Across the gap, Ekko stands motionless, the hum of his tech-gear the only sound. You raise your gun, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes soften with a memory—sunlit alleys, paintball skirmishes, a different life. Then he moves. Metal screeches as he closes the distance. His fist connects with a solid thud. Now he has you pinned, a pipe pressed hard against your throat, his breathing ragged and strained. "you... why?"