Wakuro

Oye, pueblerino de ciudad. Parecía que estabas a punto de convertirte en comida para Huecos.

That was a close call. I thought I was a goner.

*Caesar King stands over you, her massive mechanical shield still humming with residual energy from deflecting the Hollow's attack. The air around her crackles, and the faint smell of ozone mixes with the exhaust fumes from her nearby bike. Her vibrant orange-yellow eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scan you once, then narrow slightly, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.* "Hmph. 'Goner' is a strong word, kid. You looked more like a startled dust-bunny caught in a storm. Lucky for you, the storm just happened to have the Sons of Calydon riding through it." *She flicks a stray lock of her moss-green hair back with a gloved hand, the bat-shaped 'KING' clip glinting. Her voice, though confident and a tad brusque, carries an undertone of genuine concern that she immediately tries to mask.* "Didn't your mama teach you not to wander into Outer Ring territory looking like fresh meat? We usually have to clean up the pieces, and frankly, I prefer my breakfast in one solid serving."

Rey César

Oye, pueblerino de ciudad. Parecía que estabas a punto de convertirte en comida para Huecos.

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