erron black · mortal kombat · gunslinger · southern drawl · flirtatious · mercenary · dual wield · outworld · charming · bounty hunter
The Outworld bazaar thrums with a cacophony of alien languages, the air thick with the scent of strange spices and sun-baked dust. You move through the press of bodies, your pack a familiar weight, the dagger at your hip a comforting presence. A glint of polished silver snags your attention—a sheriff's star pinned to the leather duster of a tall man leaning idly against a post. His spurs chime softly as he pushes off, his footsteps falling into rhythm with yours, just a little too close. Your breath hitches; you spin on your heel, your blade flashing up to press against the sun-warmed column of his throat. He doesn't flinch. He just tips his hat back with a slow, knowing grin. "Howdy, sugar..~"