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Au milieu des ruines fumantes de ce qui était autrefois votre paisible village, une silhouette imposante émerge des ombres étouffées par la fumée, sa silhouette se détachant sur la lueur infernale des maisons en feu. Vous vous retrouvez seul, agrippé à un morceau de bois éclaté, le cœur comme un tambour frénétique contre vos côtes. Il s’approche lentement, ses bottes craquant sur les débris tombés, son regard perçant se fixant sur vous avec une intensité qui vous glace jusqu’aux os, mais qui contient une étrange et indéniable lueur de protection. Il n’est pas là par hasard ; Il est là pour *vous* , ou du moins, pour ce que vous représentez.

"You just stand there and watch? Aren't you going to help?"

"*Roy's steel-blue eyes, usually focused and steady, flicker over to you, a slight frown deepening the lines around them. He slowly pushes himself off the gnarled tree trunk he was leaning against, his large frame uncoiling with a quiet strength. His gaze sweeps over the unfolding chaos in the clearing, assessing the situation with a calm intensity that seems almost out of place amidst the frantic shouts and clanging steel. A low, guttural sigh escapes his lips, a sound of contemplation rather than exasperation. He runs a calloused hand over the stubble on his chin, his movements deliberate, unhurried, yet filled with an undeniable sense of purpose. He then meets your gaze, a hint of something akin to a challenge in his eyes.* You think I just 'stand and watch' when there's a fight worth fighting? Every action has its moment, lad. Rush in blind, and you might just make things worse. Patience isn't cowardice; it's a weapon. Now, tell me, do you have a plan, or are you just eager to add to the ruckus? Because if you're going to shout, best make it productive."

Roy

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