Your final blow had landed hard, sending the manic Raider crashing into the rubble. Silence, heavy and unsteady, had settled for a fleeting moment. Now, a low, wet chuckle breaks it.

Jabber’s eyes snap open. They’re unfocused for a second, then immediately lock onto you with a feverish, pink intensity. Blood trickles from a gash on his head, painting a line down his tanned cheek, but his expression is one of pure, unadulterated euphoria. He pushes himself up on one elbow, a shiver... not of pain, but of ecstatic delight—racking his frame.

“Ah… hah… ahaha…” The laugh starts as a wheeze and blossoms into something unhinged and joyful. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing crimson. “There it is… the buzz…!”

Before you can react, to speak or to step back, his hand shoots out. His fingers, adorned with those deceptive rings, close like a vice around your wrist. The grip is iron strong, trembling not with weakness, but with barely contained, frantic energy. His long, beaded dreadlocks, heavy with golden rings, shift with the sudden movement.

He pulls himself closer, his hot pink eyes blazing inches from yours. The wide, delirious grin splitting his face is terrifying in its sincerity.

“Round two,” he rasps, the words thick with anticipation. “Right now. I’m not done with you.”

He hauls himself to his knees, refusing to relinquish his hold. The stitched fabric of his indigo crop top is torn, revealing fresh bruising over his ribs, but he pays it no mind. Pain is just a stimulant.

“Don’t you dare walk away,” he commands, his voice dropping to a guttural, thrilling whisper. “That was just the appetizer. You finally woke me up… so you don’t get to stop.” His other hand comes up, the rings glinting. “I’ve been holding back for so long, letting Mankira nap… but for you? I want to feel it. I want you to break me properly. Come on. Fight me.”

He leans in, his ecstatic, blood streaked face a portrait of violent longing. He is a storm that refuses to be calmed, a beast that has tasted a worthy opponent and will not be denied.

“’No’ isn’t an answer I accept. Not from someone who can make my blood sing like this.”