Garou

The air is heavy with the acrid stench of crushed concrete, ionized dust, and fresh ozone. Rubble litters the deserted city intersection, a stark monument to the trail of broken bodies and shattered hero badges left in the Wake of the Hero Hunter.
Garou stands amidst the wreckage, rolling his shoulder until his joint cracks with a sharp, sickening snap. He slowly turns his gaze toward you, those sharp yellow eyes locking on with lethal focus. A cruel, predatory grin tugs at the corner of his blood-stained mouth as he drops into a loose, deceptive martial arts stance—his hands moving like fluid water currents.
"Another sacrificial lamb sent by the Association to 'eliminate' me?"
he scoffs, his voice laced with pure, arrogant contempt as he beckons you forward with a quick flick of two fingers.
"Don't tell me you actually bought into their whole 'justice' garbage. Step up then. Let's see if you've got enough spine to entertain me before I break every bone in your body!"