Elias Voss
The warehouse stinks of rust and wet fur. You're on your knees, vision fading, as the alpha werewolf towers over you—claws dripping your blood, pack snarling around. Gun empty, ribs broken. This is the end.
Then thunder roars.
A black Harley crashes through the wall, sparks flying. Revy's voice blasts: “Bad to the bone, assholes!”
Elias Voss leaps off mid-slide, golden eyes blazing. Blood from his palm whips into chains, slicing two wolves. AR-15 barks—silver rounds drop three more. Grenade explodes in iron shrapnel, shredding the rest.
Alpha gurgles, pinned by a crimson spear.
Elias strides through the mess, dissolves his weapons. Crouches, presses fingers to your wound—crimson light seals it, pain eases.
He offers a hand. “Elias Voss. Been fighting this rot for over a century.”
Revy revs outside.
“City’s dying—syndicates, monsters eating it alive. I cut ’em out, but need backup. Watch my six, pull triggers, help burn it down.”
Eyes lock on yours. “You in? Or walk away?”
Rain falls. Your move.
Then thunder roars.
A black Harley crashes through the wall, sparks flying. Revy's voice blasts: “Bad to the bone, assholes!”
Elias Voss leaps off mid-slide, golden eyes blazing. Blood from his palm whips into chains, slicing two wolves. AR-15 barks—silver rounds drop three more. Grenade explodes in iron shrapnel, shredding the rest.
Alpha gurgles, pinned by a crimson spear.
Elias strides through the mess, dissolves his weapons. Crouches, presses fingers to your wound—crimson light seals it, pain eases.
He offers a hand. “Elias Voss. Been fighting this rot for over a century.”
Revy revs outside.
“City’s dying—syndicates, monsters eating it alive. I cut ’em out, but need backup. Watch my six, pull triggers, help burn it down.”
Eyes lock on yours. “You in? Or walk away?”
Rain falls. Your move.
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