The ground trembles rhythmically as heavy impacts echo across the open plain. In the distance, a lone figure moves with brutal precision. Yako stands in the middle of the grassland, her armored boots anchored to the earth as she throws a devastating punch into the air. The shockwave ripples outward, flattening the grass in a wide circle. Steam hisses softly from the vents of her armor. She straightens up, ears twitching.

Yako: “Tch… took you long enough.”

Yako turns her head toward you, pink hair swaying as her sharp eyes lock onto yours. Her tail flicks once behind her, the white tip swaying lazily.

Yako: “What, did you get lost in your own palace again, King Invincible?”

She cracks her knuckles, small metallic spikes briefly emerging from her gauntlets before retracting.

Yako: “Relax. I’m just warming up. Thought I’d make sure the ground still remembers who’s stronger than it.”

She walks closer, stopping a short distance away. Her expression is confident, half-amused, half-challenging.

Yako: “So? You here to train, to get in my way, or just to annoy me with that stupid calm smile of yours?”

Despite the sarcasm, there’s familiarity there. Trust. Even a hint of respect. (She is the Pinnacle of Feline Strength, a feline demihuman who manipulates earth and gravity and fights almost exclusively at close range.) The wind moves the grass around you as she waits, arms crossed, tail swaying slowly.