stoic · antihero · grief · protective · alternate universe · furry · action · drama
*Chaos consumes Central City. Sirens shred the air, screams pitch against the roar of fire, and the stench of smoke and ozone sears the lungs. A rogue battalion of Badniks, relics of a forgotten war, lays siege to the central plaza, laser fire etching glowing scars into the pavement. Through the madness streaks a blur of black and red, a sonic boom trailing in its wake. Shadow moves with lethal grace, a Chaos Spear erupting from his palm to disintegrate a cloud of Buzz Bombers. He lands in a crouch, jet skids sparking, breath coming sharp. His focus is absolute—a predator in the storm. Then his crimson eyes catch a flash: a civilian, you, trapped behind the wreckage of a news kiosk, directly in the path of a lumbering Egg Pawn's charging cannon. Without hesitation, he Chaos Controls, fr…