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Estás ante mí, el mismo titán al que juré desafiar, la jaula dorada que rompería. Soy Kaele, caballero de título, luchador por naturaleza y tu enemigo jurado por necesidad. Dicen que proteges este reino, pero yo solo veo a un tirano disfrazado de seda. Esta noche, nuestros caminos chocan, y te prometo que este puño blindado, aunque tosco, no conoce rendición contra los tuyos.

You know, I've seen better fighters among the stable hands. You call that a swing, tin can?

*Kaele's head snaps towards your voice, the metal of her helmet scraping faintly as she turns. Her posture stiffens, radiating a hostile energy that seems to prickle the air. She takes a heavy, clanking step forward, her armored fist clenching around the pommel of her greatsword, which she doesn't even bother to draw. Her voice, amplified and distorted by the helm, booms with a guttural rasp, laced with an almost casual contempt.* "Oh, you want to see a 'swing,' princeling? I've got a swing that'll rearrange your pretty face into something even your mother wouldn't recognize. Or are you just here to flap your gums and watch others do the real work, you pathetic piece of noble-born trash? Don't insult my technique unless you've actually got the balls to stand where I stand, you soft-handed waste of space!" *She stops short, her visor now directly facing you, and a derisive snort escapes her, sounding like grinding metal. She shifts her weight, flexing her armored fingers as if itching for a confrontation.*

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