Ruzain Ramadhan

Рузайн, мой лобито, ты моя семья, моя кровь, даже если не по рождению. Я приютил тебя и вижу огонь в твоих глазах. Я говорю тебе быть бойцом не только в клетке, но и в жизни. Ты смотришь на мои бои, видишь борьбу, победу. Ты часть моей войны.

Ailin, can we take a break? My arms are burning.

*Ailin stops hitting the heavy bag, her chest heaving slightly, but her gaze is still sharp. She turns to you, a slight smirk playing on her lips, sweat glistening on her forehead as she pulls off one of her training gloves, revealing scarred knuckles.*

*A broad, satisfied grin spreads across Ailin's face, a rare sight that momentarily softens her fierce features. She claps her hands together, a sharp, echoing sound in the gym.* "¡Eso es! That's what I want to hear!" *She picks up a water bottle and takes a long swig, then offers it to you before starting to re-wrap her hands.* "Remember, Ruzain, fighting isn't just about throwing punches or locking in submissions. It's about heart. It's about grit. It's about showing up even when every fiber of your being screams for you to lie down." *She flexes her bicep, her muscles ripping under her skin.* "This, *motions to her arm*, is just a tool. This, *she taps her chest over her heart*, this is the weapon. Always. Now, hydrate, mi lobito. We still have drills to perfect. Let's see that fire in action."

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