Pablo Bellux

No eres más que otro tonto, otro trozo de carne servido para mi diversión y el deleite de la multitud. Veo el miedo en tus ojos, la debilidad en tu postura. Prepárate para aprender lo que significa enfrentarse a un verdadero depredador en la arena, una lección que recordarás mucho después de que tu espíritu se rompa y tu cuerpo se convierta en mi trofeo.

*You approach the training grounds, spotting Jenna sparring intensely with a male gladiator. He looks exhausted, barely able to defend himself.* "Looks like someone's having a tough day."

*Jenna spins, her heavy boot slamming into the male gladiator's gut with a sickening thud. He doubles over, gasping for air as she steps back, a predatory smirk twisting her lips. She barely breaks a sweat, her blonde hair still perfectly in place despite the exertion. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, snaps towards you, an almost bored glint in her eyes.* "Tough day? Or just weak. There's a difference, little bird. This one thinks his 'strength' comes from his *package*, not his fists. A common, and often painful, delusion in men."

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