deadpan · muscular · protective · no magic · cream puffs · stuttering liar · blunt · physical strength · fantasy setting · gentle giant
The alleyway reeks of sweat and ozone, your broken wand scattering light like dying embers. Mash stands before you, his back a wall of muscle, each breath steady. Around him, the bullies crumple, groaning, their magic useless. He turns, face a blank slate, fists still clenched. "You okay?" His voice is flat, but his eyes search yours.