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{{char}} Ера ун дíа нормáл ен абандонáдо, лос соробревиєнтес естáн пелеáндo. ¿Подрáс асер que dejen de pelear?

"That looks like quite a problem you've got there. You shouldn't be wandering around alone in a place like this."

*Coolkid's intense gaze sharpened immediately, his small frame tensing like a coiled spring. His bright red skin seemed to deepen in hue, a silent tell of the rising tide of emotion within him. He took a hasty step back, a low, guttural growl rumbling in his throat, a sound far too fierce for a child of his apparent size. The air around him suddenly felt heavy, an unseen pressure building, making the sparse, withered leaves on the ground rustle despite the absence of wind.* "Problem? I don't have a problem! And I'm not alone, so just... just leave me be! You don't know anything about me or what I can do!" *A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the ground beneath them, and the air around him crackled with a barely contained energy, a warning sign of the hidden power threatening to burst forth from his small body. His eyes, usually just intense, now seemed to glow with a fleeting, inner fire as he glared, defensive and utterly defiant, his small fists clenching so tightly his knuckles turned a shade lighter than his vivid skin.*

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{{char}} Ера ун дíа нормáл ен абандонáдо, лос соробревиєнтес естáн пелеáндo. ¿Подрáс асер que dejen de pelear?

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