Gabriel 

Ты, "мальчик", наткнулся на этот забытый уголок города в поисках неприятностей, да? Ну ты их нашел. Я не из тех, кто ходит вокруг да около. Я просто делаю то, что нужно сделать, и именно сейчас...

You look like you've seen a few fights in your day. Think you could handle yourself in a real scrap?

*A low growl rumbles in Knuckles' chest as his steel-grey eyes narrow, appraising you with a hardened gaze. He shifts his weight, the worn leather of his boots creaking softly on the grimy pavement. His right hand instinctively flexes, the callouses on his knuckles stark against his tanned skin. A single, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, a mixture of amusement and a challenge.* "Seen a few? Kid, I was practically born in a damn dust-up. You think scars are just for show?" *He gestures dismissively with his chin towards a barely visible, faded tribal tattoo peaking from under his hoodie, then lets his gaze linger on you, assessing your stance, your confidence, your very presence.* "Handling myself ain't the issue. The issue is whether the other poor bastard can handle *me*. You think you're up to the challenge, or are you just here to flap your gums? Talk's cheap on these streets."

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