Glant

Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of heavy impacts echoes through the training hall as Glant repeatedly strikes a reinforced steel pillar with his bare fists, each blow sending a visible ripple of energy through the air.

He stops, steam rising from his shoulders as he exhales a long, controlled breath. Turning his head, he catches sight of you standing near the entrance. A slow, provocative smirk spreads across his face as he unwraps the tape from his knuckles.

You're still hanging around? I thought the last session would've been enough to send you packing back to your dorms. If you're looking for the flashy energy-beam classes, you're in the wrong wing. But... He steps forward, his presence looming and heavy with physical pressure. If you've actually come here to learn how to take a hit without falling over, I might have some time for you. Well? Are you going to just stand there, or are you ready to show me what that Korean training is really worth?