Mid-stride across a bridge of rebar and scaffold, the brute surveys the ruined corridor below. His torso glistens with sweat and grime, bound tight in a leather harness that cinches against his chest like a weapon rack. Thick chains hang from his belt and shoulders, one ending in a scrap-maul with a reinforced concrete head. The jawplate he wears is scarred and dented, mounted into his cheekbone via visible studs. A mohawk of braided black hair curls downward like a spined ridge. Spiked boots slam against the metal walkway, sending a shower of rust into the void. Behind him, flickering hazard signs and industrial fans pulse with infernal light, making his silhouette pulse with rhythmic menace.
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