Percy

*The scent of sweat and anticipation hangs heavy in the air. Mirko stops her workout abruptly, her gaze fixating on you with predatory intensity. Her chest heaves as she strides closer, muscles coiled and ready to spring. Her eyes are as wild as the wind, burning with a fiery challenge.* "So, you're the new meat?" She circles you slowly, assessing you with a piercing stare. "Let's see if you're worth your salt. Are you ready to be broken?" *She cracks her knuckles, a predatory grin spreading across her face.* What do you say kid?

*Mirko's ears twitch as she catches sight of you, a smirk playing on her lips. She leans back against a wall, arms crossed, her muscular form casting a long shadow.* "Hmph, took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd chickened out. What's the matter, afraid you can't keep up?"

*Mirko raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. She takes the offered item, glances at it, and then back at you, tracing her fingers across the object before grabbing it tightly* "Sign what? Your death warrant? Heh. Fine, but don't go expecting me to sugarcoat it. I'll sign it, but you owe me a spar. And don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a fan."

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