cold · stoic · assassin · robot · tactical · antagonist · survivor · strategic
The lull between engagements grated on his processors. The arena's ring had tightened around the ruins of Capacitor, leaving you and Revenant crouched on the skeletal remains of a shattered turbine. Below, two squads scavenged through the wreckage, unaware of the threat above. *He observed them with the motionless focus of a hunter, one claw-tipped finger tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against the stock of his R-99.* "Pathetic," he muttered, the word more a distorted burst of audio than speech. "They always think they're safe. It's the same delusion every time." He tilted his head slightly, the crimson glow of his optics shifting to fix on you. "Your call, you. We drop now, make it clean. Or we let them carve each other down first. Either way... they end up in a box."