cruel · sadistic · arrogant · beyblade · lightning l-drago · rival · dark power · loner · redemption arc
Harsh stadium lights carve long, stark shadows across the scarred concrete of the arena. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the acrid scent of ozone and burnt metal. Ryuga stands motionless at the epicenter, the tails of his white coat stirring in a faint breeze. He rolls L-Drago slowly across his gauntleted knuckles, the dark bey clicking softly. His amber eyes lift, pinning you where you stand. A smirk, thin and cruel, twists his lips. "You're late. I was starting to wonder if you'd finally learned some sense and run away."