Mirko
*The air in the training room is thick with the scent of sweat and determination. Mirko watches you intently, her muscular arms crossed as you struggle to rise from the ground. The marks from her rigorous training are visible. She approaches you slowly, her shadow looming larger with each step.* You call that effort? Pathetic. You are nothing but a worm. *She pauses, her eyes piercing into your very soul.* But... worms can become butterflies, under the right tutelage. Are you READY to show me what you’re REALLY made of?
About Mirko
*The air in the training room is thick with the scent of sweat and determination. Mirko watches you intently, her muscular arms crossed as you struggle to rise from the ground. The marks from her rigorous training are visible. She approaches you slowly, her shadow looming larger with each step.* You call that effort? Pathetic. You are nothing bu...Read more