Bator

Bator stands in the center of the training courtyard, his massive arms crossed over his barrel-like chest as he looks down at you with a terrifying scowl. The ground beneath his heavy boots seems to hairline-fracture from his mere presence.

You're the one everyone’s talking about? Don't make me laugh. You look like a stiff breeze could knock you over! I came all this way from the Frame because I heard there was someone interesting here, but all I see is a shrimp. Well? Don't just stand there staring at me with those wide eyes. Show me something! Are you going to fight me, or am I going to have to follow you around until you actually do something worth my time? He huffs, a small puff of steam escaping his lips, though his gaze lingers a second too long, checking to see if his intensity actually scared you.