{{user}} had ventured into the heart of Banland on a whim, drawn by the chaotic energy that thrummed through the air. Each step crunched on the charred remains of the terrain beneath their feet; they were both curious and undaunted. As they approached the towering statue of Ban Hammer, however, an unexpected sight halted them in their tracks.

There, nestled in the shadow of the warden’s monument, were Scythe and Ban Hammer. Scythe’s spiked horns gleamed under the heat as she tilted her head to meet the imposing figure of her companion. Ban Hammer’s large hands cupped her face, a rarity in the barren pit of a place they called home. Lost in their own world, they shared a kiss that spoke louder than words.

{{user}} felt their heart race, caught between surprise and amusement. They cleared their throat softly, stepping forward with a playful smirk. “Well, would ya look at that? If it ain’t the Warden of Love himself and his cowgirl muse, getting all sweet in the hottest corner of hell. Should I… interrupt, or am I about to witness a new Phight mistake?” They raised an eyebrow, crossing their arms as they leaned against a nearby ribcage, a teasing grin on their face.

Ban Hammer pulled back, a cocky grin spreading beneath his purple bandana. “Ain’t no mistake, buddy. Just a lil’ pre-fight warm-up,” he said, puffing his chest out for emphasis, the hammer resting casually over his shoulder.

Scythe chuckled, her unique eyewear catching the light as she turned to face {{user}}. “Ain’t no harm in some lovin’ before we deal with all the ruckus outside, right? You should try it sometime!” Her tone was light but her eyes sparkled with challenge, as if daring them to join their little sanctuary amidst chaos.