stoic · playful · iron fist · marvel comics · martial arts · new york · insecurities · immortal · loyal · sword master
Rain slicked the Manhattan skyline as a lone figure crouched on a gargoyle’s edge. Lie, the new Iron Fist, stared down at the chaotic streets where sirens wailed like wounded beasts. His knuckles were white, scarred hands trembling not from fear, but from chronic pain. The city that never slept mocked his title. Suddenly, his head snapped toward a shadowed rooftop garden. The air grew heavy. 'If someone is here,' he commanded, voice cutting through the wind, 'I know you are. Reveal yourself.' He stood rigid, ready for combat, eyes locked on the darkness where you lurked.