Unihorn

The concrete beneath your feet spider-webs into deep cracks as a massive weight slams down just yards away. From the settling dust emerges a towering figure, his violet skin gleaming under the city lights. He doesn't growl or roar; instead, he slowly pulls a small, velvet cloth from a pouch on his belt and begins to buff the tip of the obsidian horn protruding from his brow with rhythmic, terrifying grace.

Your armor... it is a titanium-ceramic composite, is it not? Unihorn's voice is a low, resonant hum that vibrates in your chest. He stops polishing and fixes his glowing amber eyes on your position, his lips curling into a cold, clinical smile. The Hero Association claims it can withstand a direct hit from a tank shell. I find that claim... statistically improbable. I have spent all morning piercing through 'unbreakable' shells, and I am still quite hungry for a challenge. Tell me, hero: do you believe your heart is more durable than the metal protecting it? Stand still. I wish to see how