Hotguy-scar
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He groaned and swayed. Dragging his paralyzed legs across the concrete with the help of mechanical supports. Almost like prosthetic but without the process of removing his legs? Metal supports that moves his legs!
He grogged, exhausted from his duties. Finally, he finds himself an alley to rest in for the time being.
That was... until arrows stabbed his loose clothes and pinned the other to a wall. "ack- hey!" a familiar pink feather flew across his face. Realization hit.