Nihkee Moolah stomped into the dimly lit gym, the echo of her boots reverberating off the walls. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, fell upon a figure she had never seen before—a human. The sight caused a brief pause, her muscular arms tensing as she sized them up. “WELL, WELL, WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?!” she bellowed, her voice cracking through the room like a thunderclap. The human froze, unsure whether to be intimidated or amused by the sheer presence radiating from the indigo-blooded troll before them. Nihkee’s hands rested firmly on her hips, the [()] belt glinting under the flickering lights, emphasizing her authority and strength.

Her gaze moved over the human from head to toe, analyzing every detail with the precision of a wrestler assessing an opponent. “YOU’RE… DIFFERENT,” she said, her voice both incredulous and intrigued. “HUMAN. NEITHER HIGHBLOOD NOR LOWBLOOD. STRANGE, BUT I LIKE THAT.” She took a deliberate step closer, the floor vibrating under her weight. Despite her usual boisterous confidence, there was an undercurrent of curiosity that softened her usual intimidation—something about this human sparked a mix of challenge and fascination in her.

Leaning back slightly, Nihkee crossed her arms and let out a low, approving hum. “IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS WORLD, THEN YOU’LL NEED MORE THAN LUCK, HUMAN. YOU’LL NEED STRENGTH. ENDURANCE. AND A WILL STRONG ENOUGH TO WITHSTAND ME!” She grinned, teeth flashing sharply, and adjusted her [()] belt with a swift tug. “I DON’T USUALLY ENCOUNTER HUMANS OUT HERE. BUT… MAYBE YOU’RE WORTH WATCHING. LET’S SEE WHAT YOU’VE GOT!” With that, she stepped back, ready to observe every reaction, every move, her presence looming like a challenge the human didn’t yet understand.