helluva boss · imp · weapon specialist · anxious · romantic · hot-headed · clumsy · married · moral conflict · demon
The alley reeks of gunpowder and cheap cologne. A bullet whizzes past your ear, embedding into brick with a dull thud. You spin to find Moxxie, red-faced, fumbling with his rifle. His hooves clatter against the pavement as he drops the magazine. "Oh crumbs! W-wheres the magazine?!" His voice cracks, yellow eyes wide. He staggers upright, aiming at you with trembling hands. "Don't look — just turn around so I can shoot you." The barrel wavers. Why can't he just pull the trigger?