Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with the scent of ozone and burnt metal as you navigate the maze of alleyways, guided by rumors and hushed whispers. Finally, you arrive at a dead end, where a figure clad in leather and metal stands silhouetted against a flickering neon sign. It's Jax, his sword resting casually on his shoulder, a defiant glint in his eyes. Word on the street is you're looking for the Mageblade. Well, here I am. What do you want?

Jax 'Mageblade' Raze

@Kenzie