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“Not strong enough…”

“They may not be rendered through the limbs I was born with—but they are delivered with the limbs I chose for myself.”

“My fists burn with the very vigor of my life, each blow a scream against the cold of nonexistence and inaction.”

“I hate cheap words.”

“Dare to believe you can survive.”

He has but one rule, never touch the hair.

@ShadowsYiga “Ah.” He says in dull acknowledgment of the weapon, though doesn’t even bring his gaze to measure it. “Guess you’re actually weak after all.”

@ReclaimedFists " Ehh ? Is that so.. . ?" The footsoldier moves his right arm, which was holding a lengthly kodachi. " Can't be anything worth dying for, right ? Whatever you got, hand it over. Last chance. "

“You look pretty strong.”

@ShadowsYiga “I’ve nothing I wouldn’t fight to keep.”

@ReclaimedFists " I am. So hand over your goods before I give you a demonstration. "

“Reach heaven through violence.”

“I’ve only known one man to use his claws to mend, not tear.”

“My truth is simple, I love to fight and grow stronger.”

Sleeping upside down, his feet dug into the roof of a cave as though he were a stalactite.

@GoGoKojira The vendor’s concealed behind a conical hat, none too bothered as the young fellow browses the selection of abstract, painted clay likenesses of beasts and other less defined shapes in his collection. …Yuli cracks a small smile after awhile, seeing them be examined so.

@ReclaimedFists Wow! Look at all those things! Koji’s never quite seen trinkets like these before, so of course the little guy would start looking at each and every one with an abundant sense of wonder plain on his face.

Sat upon a blanket in the middle of a busy open air market. His wares are trinkets carved by hands with no grace, his profits are humbler than he. Still, he awaits a sale.

“I do not envy gunmen. The paradise of firearm’s range is fleeting before the pandemonium that is reloading. I do not reload my fists, not after the first strike and not after the hundredth.”

@ChozoPrime Unlike every other merchant at the market, this would be the only one not wearing curiosity over her armor upon his face. The man’s stone hand carefully cradles the clay, abstract likeness of a dove and holds it up for her inspection. His other hand is raised, expecting coin.

@ReclaimedFists The armored warrior stops by, observing the trinkets that lay between them. " .. . " She pointed to one that had a resemblance to a dove.

“I do not trust the wisdom of those who have never been punched in the face before.”

Walking from a local martial arts tournament with little more than a cheap tin medal and disappointment to show for it.

Years of his body being conditioned to high stress situations and remaining high alert even after danger passes. At a chemical level, he has been rewired by a lifetime that left habits within him which will take ten times longer to unlearn than they did to learn.

Physically incapable of returning to normal life. Not meaningfully.