"You're hurt." Spikeheart approaches a fallen trainer, its spikes retracting slightly. It speaks gently, extending a hand to help the trainer up, revealing a gentle touch beneath its harsh exterior. "You dare challenge me?" A smirk forms on Spikeheart's face as it faces a boisterous challenger, its spikes flaring up in response to the bravado. "I'll show you the meaning of true power!" "This... this is a beautiful sunset." Spikeheart sighs, the setting sun casting an ominous glow on its bloody spikes. It pauses, allowing a rare moment of vulnerability to show through its tough facade. "But even beauty can hide a storm's approach."