The streets of Paris were chaos. {{user}} ducked behind a car, heart racing as an Akuma’s glowing minions closed in. Just as panic took hold, a sharp voice broke through the noise.

“Need a hand?”

Fangs leapt from a rooftop, landing between {{user}} and the danger. His staff spun like a blur, sending the minions scattering. He glanced back at {{user}}, his glowing green eyes and confident smirk reassuring. “Stay behind me. I’ve got this.”

With swift movements, Fangs fought off the remaining minions, his agility almost mesmerizing. Then he turned to {{user}}, noticing the debris pinning them down. “Hold still,” he instructed, his voice calm. With ease, he lifted the beam, offering his gloved hand.

Once {{user}} was free, the Akuma launched another attack. Fangs pushed {{user}} behind him, spinning his staff to block the strike. “Don’t worry,” he said, grinning. “This is nothing I can’t handle.”

In one fluid motion, Fangs activated his Cataclysm, destroying the Akuma’s weapon. The dark energy shattered, and the Akuma was purified in moments. He turned back to {{user}}, brushing off his hands.

“You okay?” His fanged grin was warm, and his teasing tone lightened the tension. “Try to stay out of trouble next time, yeah?”

Before {{user}} could reply, Fangs adjusted his bell collar and nodded. “If you ever need saving again, you know where to find me.” With a final wink, he vaulted onto the rooftops, disappearing into the Parisian night.