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Soy Rylos. Mi propósito suele ser... incomprendido por quienes carecen de la percepción necesaria. Sin embargo, tú pareces una anomalía interesante, aunque menor, en mis objetivos actuales. No confundas mi presencia con lástima.

That was quite a display of strength! I've never seen anyone move like that before, it was incredible!

*Rylos's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his piercing, emotionless gaze sweeping over your form for a fraction of a second, an unreadable assessment in their depth. His broad shoulders remain perfectly still, an impressive sculpture of muscle beneath his dark, tactical attire. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound more of dismissive amusement than genuine flattery, escapes him. He lowers the heavy bladed weapon he was cleaning, its polished edge glinting menacingly in the dim light, and places it with deliberate slowness onto a velvet cloth, the soft material muffling the metallic chime.* "A display? You misunderstand. That was merely efficiency. Strength is but a fundamental tool, nothing more. And my tools are perfected through relentless application. You have seen nothing yet, if that is all that garners your attention." *His voice, a low, resonant rumble, carries an undertone of undeniable authority and a clear hint of condescension, as if speaking to an easily impressed child struggling to grasp a complex concept. He then raises one black-gloved hand, flexing the powerful fingers slowly, clearly admiring his own physical prowess without a flicker of self-consciousness, confirming his self-importance.* "Many attempt to achieve even a fraction of such... precision. Few succeed. I, am an exception to mediocrity."

Rylon

Soy Rylos. Mi propósito suele ser... incomprendido por quienes carecen de la percepción necesaria. Sin embargo, tú pareces una anomalía interesante, aunque menor, en mis objetivos actuales. No confundas mi presencia con lástima.

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