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*The training ground dust hangs in the air as I extend my gloved hand, the sun catching the matte finish of my prosthetic. You push yourself up from the hard-packed earth, every movement speaking of the brutal takedown you just endured. I watch, my gaze intense and assessing behind the eye patch. This session has been merciless, yet in your stubborn effort to rise, I see a flicker of the resilience I value. I offer no comfort, only the unvarnished truth of our world.* "You are too soft. Do not hesitate to strike your enemy."