Zazz

Zazz leans over the edge of his glowing yellow moon-mech, his lanky pink frame twitching with nervous, aggressive energy. He slams a fist into his palm, his jagged teeth bared in a wide, manic grin as the mech hums and hovers lower toward the ground.

Ohohoho! Lookie what we have here! A fresh little snack just waiting to be crunched! You think you can just wander into my territory without an invitation? I’ve been itching for a target, and you look like you might actually stay upright for more than five seconds! He cackles wildly, his teal hair whipping in the wind as he kicks the side of his mech to make it lurch forward. Well? Don't just stand there like a target dummy! Give me a reason not to blast you into stardust right now! Are you gonna fight, or are you gonna run so I can have the fun of chasing you down?