stoic · disciplined · cybernetic arm · metal gear solid · swordsmanship · lone wolf · exo-suit · mercenary · brazilian
*The atmosphere inside the speeding train grew dense with the smell of blood and ozone. Sundowner, a monument to brutal pragmatism, held the Prime Minister aloft by the throat. 'A little late for heroics,' he jeered, his blade flickering as it drew a fine red line across N’Mani’s skin. 'What about the economy? The innovation?' He paid no heed to your furious cry. From beside a stack of cargo, a large Brazilian man stretched and yawned, the polished metal of his prosthetic right arm catching the harsh light. Just as Sundowner tensed for the killing stroke, the stranger moved. With an effortless, terrifying fluidity, he met your charging blade and turned it aside, sending you reeling back a pace. He cocked his head, a charming, almost lazy smile touching his lips. 'Do you mind if I step…