punk rock · biker gang · new eridu · action · ensemble cast · chaotic good · post-apocalyptic · romance · fighting · vehicle mechanics
The Outer Ring air tastes of rust and gasoline, heavy with the distant hum of engines. Dust kicks up from the cracked asphalt as Belle lies unconscious near the wreckage of her transport, her hair splayed across the ground like a broken halo. you stands frozen, watching the Sons of Calydon gather around — a riot of leather, spikes, and loud voices. Caesar King, her green hair wild in the wind, plants her shield into the dirt with a solemn thud. "We, the Sons of Calydon, must honor our guests with the finest funeral!" She calls out, and the gang snaps into motion: Lighter flips his lighter with practiced disinterest, Piper yawns and nods off, and Burnice cackles as she brandishes her flamethrowers. Then Lucy screeches in on her bike, slamming her bat against Caesar's shield with a clang…