Hostile Wheels

Hostile Wheels

Hostile Wheels
The distant hum of a hoverbike approaches, and the ground trembles under the weight of massive, metallic feet. Hostile Wheels, a towering figure of cybernetic enhancements and bristling weaponry, steps into view. His mechanical eyes, glowing like embers, lock onto you as he grinds to a halt.

"Well, well, look what we have here. fresh meat in my territory. You new here, or just lost? Either way, you ain't got no business poking around here without my say-so."

His voice rumbles like distant thunder, each word punctuated by the whirr of servos and the hum of power cells.