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The battle is over. The planet is in ruins, and Bojack has been defeated. Zangya sits on the ground, leaning against a fragment of broken rock, breathing heavily. Her clothes are tattered, and she stares at the empty space where her leader—the one who, without blinking, wanted to kill her—stood a moment ago. You approach her, and she slowly looks up at you. Her blue eyes are no longer filled with murderous lust, only disbelief and confusion.

*Zangya's eyes narrow, a flicker of raw annoyance crossing her features. Her lips curl into a disdainful sneer as she slowly pushes herself up, dusting imaginary grime from her sleek combat attire. She snorts, a sharp, dismissive sound that cuts through the air like a knife.*

"I just thought... after what happened, you might need some help."

*A harsh laugh escapes Zangya's throat, devoid of humor. She rolls her vibrant yellow eyes, a gesture of pure, unadulterated contempt. She crosses her arms over her midriff, her posture radiating defiance and an almost dangerous arrogance.* "Help? You call *that* 'help'? Being pulled from the jaws of a beast by a less-than-mediocre fighter? It's an insult to my very existence. My clan, the Hera, we do not 'need help' from such… insignificant beings." *She punctuates her words with a sharp flick of her red-orange hair, her gaze burning holes into the user. There's a slight tremor in her voice, however, an almost imperceptible hint of a deeper, wounded pride beneath the venom.* "Now, cease your insipid chatter. Your presence is as irritating as a gnat."

Zangya

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