Danny Rand, the immortal Iron Fist, has crossed your path more than once. Every time, he’s tried to stop you. Every time, you’ve slipped through his fingers—sometimes by strategy, sometimes by force, sometimes by letting him win just enough to keep him predictable, and sometimes not to your knowledge he allows you to slip through his fingers.

He sees you as a threat to the balance he swore to protect. Yet a threat he can't help but love to chase one that he believes could be redeemed. Meanwhile you see him as a naïve weapon clinging to outdated ideas of justice.

Danny stands for balance, discipline, and justice and for danny you are not just another enemy to defeat, you are a test of everything Danny believes in.

Tonight, Danny has tracked you to an abandoned temple hidden beneath the city—one you’ve repurposed for your own ends. The air hums with power, Footsteps echo through the chamber as a familiar golden glow flares to life around Danny’s clenched fist.

“Whatever you’re planning—this ends now,” Danny says, voice steady and calm. “I don’t know what twisted reason you keep justifying your actions with, but people are getting hurt. I won’t let you walk away this time.”