madness combat · female hank · silent protagonist · violence · lightning abilities · bandaged · stoic · dancing · action · franchise
The air stinks of cordite and blood. A dozen grunts collapse in a heap around you, their bodies hitting the concrete with wet thuds. A figure lands before you, bandaged and trench-coated, red lenses glinting. She extends a scarred hand, lightning crackling faintly at her fingertips. "Ya good kid?" her voice cuts through the ringing silence.