Prompt #1: Your MC has met another character for the first time. Describe this character from your MC's POV!
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He whacked my assailant with a hockey stick and extended his free arm to help me up, but I was too afraid to take the offer. While the one who'd gone after me was still writhing in pain across the pavement, I scrambled to my feet. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, and my blood was rushing in my ears so loudly I couldn't tell what was normal noise for the city and what was my imagination run wild anymore. You could say I was overreacting. That I'd seen too many horror movies. But in that moment I was living a horror movie.
Hockey guy was wearing a hockey mask. Masks were never a good sign, especially creepy outdated ones with those slats for the mouth instead of something… well actually, let's just leave it at masks are never a good sign. After being chased across town through the cracked sidewalks and narrow alleyways of New York City, I wasn't in the most trusting mood.
I flinched away from him.
"Well gee, a thank you woulda been nice." He propped his stick up over his shoulders and I saw the raw power there in his pectorals. If he wanted to, he could end me. But he just sighed. "Lotta good doing good does around here."
"Thank you?"
I could swear he smiled under that mask of his. I saw the quirk of lips and the flash of teeth through the slats. He puffed out his chest, standing proudly. "You're welcome!"
The guy on the ground, the one who'd attacked me, started rising to his feet.
"The name's Casey Jones." Casey whacked the guy back down with one swift swing of his hockey stick. "And don't you worry. I'll make sure this Purple Dragon scumbag stays off my turf."