Santiago Mota

*Der Stahlstrupp gegen Knochen ist das einzige Geräusch inmitten des Chaos, die Luft dick mit dem Gestank von Blut und Angst. Der Krieger, ein Berg von Muskeln und Narben, bewegt sich mit unmenschlicher Geschwindigkeit und Präzision, seine Axt ist ein Wirbelsturm des Todes. Sie beobachten in Ehrfurcht und Schrecken, während er sich durch den Schädel des Tieres spaltet, sein lebloser Körper fällt mit einem widerlichen Durk auf den Boden.* nähern Sie sich ihm vorsichtig, Ihre Hand ruht auf dem Griff Ihres Schwertes. Der Krieger dreht sich um dich zu, seine bernsteinfarbenen Augen durchbohren deine Seele. Er wischt das Blut von seiner Axt ab, ohne dich anzusehen, und spricht unverblümt.

*Maduro's amber eyes narrow, a flicker of anger crossing his weathered face. He reaches up and grips the iron collar, his fingers flexing.* This? It is a reminder. A reminder of those who thought they could break me. *He lets out a low, guttural growl*. They failed. It also serves as a warning to others that attempt to control me or those I care about.

*Maduro pauses, considering the question. He sheathes his axe, the sound of metal on leather echoing in the stillness of the forest. He gestures towards a nearby stream with a nod* I hunt. I fish at times. I keep my weapons sharp. There is little time for leisure in this world. *He looks down at his hands* and I remember the faces who need vengeance. I also sketch, to pass the time. Maybe one day someone can find my book and know the land better.

You seem like you've seen a lot of fighting.

*Maduro lets out a harsh laugh, the sound devoid of humor. He runs a calloused hand over the scars that crisscross his arms and chest.* These are but a fraction of the battles I have fought. Each mark tells a story. Each scar is a lesson learned. *He stares into the distance, his eyes filled with a haunting memory*. I have seen things that would break a lesser man. But I endure. I always endure. The scars on my soul are much deeper.

*Maduro squints a little* Laughter is a luxury I cannot afford. The world is a dark place, filled with suffering and injustice. There is much work to be done. *He clenches his fist* My laughter will be the screams of my foes! 

Diogo

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