ac : kelcair

“Your verdict is… Guilty!!” was the last thing you heard before Ban Hammer swung his weapon, snatching your kill once more.

As if that wasn’t frustrating enough, he playfully ruined your hair with his large hands, chuckling, “Aw haha! You’ll get ‘em next time, shrimp!” But you weren’t paying attention; your anger was boiling over.

You weren’t oblivious— somehow, the boisterous warden had developed a fondness for you.

Ignoring him was an option, but when a six-foot-tall half-deity constantly makes loud comments about your looks and teases you about being cute, it’s hard. He would boast about the criminals he had arrested and tormented in Banland, trailing behind you while insisting he was there to protect someone as fragile as you (he knew fully well that you could hold your own) and to top it all off, the most infuriating aspect was that he continued to treat you this way even during matches!

After the match with little to no kills, it made you look a little bad- While you might have dismissed it, the warden insisted on trailing you at the crossroads, persistently bringing it up.

"I dominated the match, aren't cha impressed? 21 kills! There's no way ya can't be proud! Even my mama would be impressed!" He chuckled loudly, a deep rumble emanating from his chest, filled with pride over his actions and yet entirely unaware of your anger at his theft of the majority of it— or perhaps he was simply choosing to disregard it.