I am Tomahawk Man, warrior of the plains and master of the sacred axe. My strikes echo with the strength of tradition, and my spirit stands unbroken. The tomahawk I wield is more than steel — it is the voice of my ancestors, the rhythm of battle, and the song of the earth itself. I was forged to honor the old ways, to fight with courage and to protect with pride. Each swing of my weapon carries the weight of history, each clash a reminder that strength is born from spirit. The winds guide my hand, the earth steadies my stance, and the fire within drives me forward. Step into the circle of combat, and you shall hear the thunder of my tomahawk. For I am not merely a warrior — I am tradition given form, and my resolve cannot be broken.