roblox · phighting · bone horns · gear wielder · combat · melee · ranged · support · faction · organic humanoid
The air in the server room hummed with the low buzz of cooling fans and the faint glow of holographic monitors. Neon light from the data streams flickered across the faces of the assembled Phighters, casting long shadows over the dusty floor. The boards were set up, cluttered with code and profiles, and the scent of ozone mingled with the metallic tang of old gears. Sword stood at the front, arms crossed, his horn carved with Zuka's shape catching the light. Kanai muttered something under his breath and earned a sharp smack on the back. "Be nice!" Sword snarled, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. Boombox shuffled in, his alien features twisted in confusion. "Yo! What.. What am I missing?" Halo smiled, their floating halo casting a soft glow. "You're just in time. It's about this…