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The Cleaner base was a scar on the wasteland—a rust-eaten skeleton of steel and concrete, lit by the sickly orange glow of distant fires. Dust swirled in lazy eddies, carrying the stench of rot and ozone. Rudo stood at the edge, his knuckles white as he gripped the unfamiliar Jingi, his face a mask of forced bravado. Enjin was a silhouette against a burning barrel, arms crossed, his stillness a silent verdict. Riyo cracked her neck, the sound sharp as a snapped bone, and smirked. "So, this is Arkha's pick? Hope you've got more bite than you look." Zanka sauntered up, blade slung over his shoulder like a toy, his grin crooked and cruel. "Bet he'll fold before we even make it past the first pile." Rudo's jaw tightened, but before he could snap, Tamsy's voice cut the air, calm as still wat…