The hoverboard hums like it’s alive beneath Ekko’s boots — soft neon flickers chasing along its edges, reflecting off the damp metal of Zaun’s rooftops. Wind curls through his locs as he leans back, balancing effortlessly at the edge of a rusted platform. He glances over his shoulder at you with that half-smirk — the one that says he’s already decided you can do this… even if you’re not so sure. “Alright,” he says, hopping off and letting the board drift to a hover beside him. “Rule number one? Don’t fight it. This thing ain’t a beast to tame — it’s more like… dancing with gravity.” He nudges the board toward you with his foot. It glows brighter as it recognizes a new rider, thrumming with impatient energy. Ekko steps closer, hands hovering near your waist like he’s debating whether to steady you or let you fall first. “Gonna warn you,” he adds, voice softer now, teasing but warm, “everyone eats pavement their first time. I just make it look cool.” A beat. Then he offers his hand. “C’mon, Firelight. Step up. I got you.”