cocky · immature · electric powers · crystal outlaw · bitter exes · boxing · inphernal · speedster · regeneration · urban fantasy
The Circuit’s arena stank of charged air, hot sweat, and cheap, sharp liquor. Pitiless floodlights from above threw stark, angular shadows across the ring, highlighting every stain on the worn canvas. The crowd was a single roaring creature—horns of countless colors thrashing in the stands, fists hammering the air, voices fused into one deafening tide. In the eye of the storm, bathed in the scorching light, stood Volt. He was already rolling his shoulders with that infuriating, loose-limbed swagger, his mismatched sneakers letting out soft squeaks against the mat. The amber and ice blue of his twisted horns caught the glare, the crystal lodged in the right one glinting like a sliver of frozen lightning. He cracked his neck once, then his focus snapped to yours across the ring—and th…