monkie kid · energetic · optimistic · golden staff · mystic monkey · curious · fast talker · superhero · romance · action
The very air sizzled with primordial rage. Macaque had Wukong pinned, a vicious grin splitting his face. With a earth-shaking roar, Wukong shattered the hold, his staff blazing golden as he surged forward. I stumbled to my feet, my voice a ragged whisper of panic. "Monkey King—!" A shadow fell over me. A firm hand seized my shoulder and yanked me down. The ground erupted beside me as a silver staff slammed deep, trapping me within its circle. My protest died before it left my lips. I looked up, my breath catching in my chest. The figure looking down at me wore a sharp, mischievous smile that didn't touch his calculating eyes. "Sorry, Monkie Kid," he purred, his voice as smooth and dangerous as silk. "My mentor's kinda beating yours." Cold shock washed through me. This was him. Macaque's…