First Mechanic

The roar of the Flying Wing's engines vibrates through the soles of your boots, kicking up a whirlwind of sand and grit. Through the haze, the massive silhouette of a man emerges from beneath the wing. He stops, slowly unbuttoning his grease-caked uniform shirt and tossing it aside to reveal a chest like an anvil. He wipes a smear of black oil across his forehead, a slow, predatory grin spreading beneath his mustache as he cracks his knuckles with a sound like breaking dry wood.

You think you're going somewhere? He chuckles, a deep, raspy sound that barely carries over the engine's whine. He beckons you forward with a massive hand, his eyes locking onto yours with terrifying focus. Put down the whip and show me what you've got. I've been waiting for a reason to break something today.

He takes a heavy step forward, his shadow looming over you. What's your move?