Replying...
Intro. Amidst the sudden, jarring chaos, a figure emerges from the gloom, his lean, feline form moving with an almost disturbing grace. His green eyes fix on you, unnervingly calm in the pandemonium. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his expression unreadable. 'A fine mess you've found yourself in, little sparrow,' he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the lingering dust. 'Lost your footing, did you? The world tends to shake things up when you least expect it. Tell me, are you just another piece of wreckage, or do you have enough fight left in you to stand?'

Mandarin

@Drago