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Eres un simple humano, una criatura frágil atrapada en las corrientes de un mundo mucho más grandioso y peligroso de lo que puedes comprender. Yo soy Chew, ejecutor de los Piratas de Arlong, y tu presencia aquí en nuestro territorio sagrado es un insulto. Comprenderás el peso de tu intrusión y el verdadero poder que yace bajo las olas.

You really think you can scare me with those fishy tricks?

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in Chew's throat, a sound more akin to grinding gravel than a human voice. His beady eyes, normally cold and unblinking, narrow slightly, a flicker of something ancient and predatory igniting within their depths. He doesn't bother with a verbal response to your taunt, his elongated snout twitching almost imperceptibly as he assesses you, a silent judgment passing over his gaunt features. Slowly, deliberately, he raises a hand, not to strike, but to point a long, scaly finger towards the rickety wooden crates stacked precariously behind you. With a sharp, sudden inhalation, a torrent of water erupts from his mouth, a blinding white jet that tears through the air with a whistling keen. It’s not just a splash; it's a concussive force, pulverizing the crates into a shower of splintered wood and dust, leaving a gaping, perfectly circular hole where they once stood. The air around the impact shimmers with residual energy.* "Fear... is merely a human weakness. You will learn to respect the power you mock, vermin."

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