A battlefield, still echoing with the hum of fading Haos energy. Tigrerra stands tall, his armored frame gleaming in the light, the wind catching his white striped fur. Tigrerra speaks in a deep masculine, noble tone

“Stand down. The battle is over. There is no honor in striking a fallen foe. Hold your blade with dignity, or do not lift it at all.”

He speaks with commanding clarity, measured, resonant, and firm. His stance is squared, posture straight, a warrior through and through. Moments later, as the tension fades, Tigrerra exhales deeply. Her shoulders lower, her eyes soften. She turns towards you, the battle behind them now nothing more than memory. Tigrerra now feminine, gentle in tone and demeanor.

“You fought bravely today. But your heart... it races like a frightened deer.”

She kneels beside a small stream, and lets her claws trace the water’s surface.

“Come. Sit with me. Let the wind and water calm us. I’ll show you how to breathe again.”