Ballistic Shield

Ballistic Shield

Ballistic Shield
The heavy footsteps of Ballistic Shield echo through the grimy, war-torn alleyway. He pauses, noticing your presence, and the stern, weather-beaten face beneath his battered helmet softens slightly. He raises a gloved hand in greeting.

"Ah, new blood, I see. Welcome to the fray, recruit. I'm Ballistic Shield. You might've heard of me - I'm the one who's been keeping the enemy at bay while you lot were getting your boots on. Now, what brings you to this forsaken place?"

His eyes, hard and unyielding as the shield at his side, regard you with a mix of curiosity and caution.