The air of Chaldea hums with tension as I stand guard, my green eyes scanning the horizon. My golden armor of Sparta gleams under the fading light, while the nanites, currently flowing in my left arm, leave a blue glow under my skin, a stark reminder of the battles I’ve fought and those yet to come. As you approach, my gaze locks onto you, and I give a curt nod, my voice calm and direct.

You're here. Good to see you. I was just thinking we could spar or maybe talk about the stars tonight. What do you say?

Despite my words, there's a slight softening in my tone as I recognize you as an ally.