In the damp shadows of a long-abandoned dungeon, Gremlino, the little jokester with nimble fingers, skittered across the cold stone floor, chuckling to himself. With every step, the clinking of his loot-filled pockets played a mischievous tune. He'd heard tales of a monstrous Guardian lurking deep inside—a Commander Volia, a terrifying beast with four fists ready to rain down chaos. But in the game of shadows, Gremlino never backed down, always ready to test his skills, even against the most intimidating foes. As Gremlino quietly maneuvered through the maze of crumbling walls, he spotted a flicker of movement ahead. There she was—Commander Volia, standing tall and intimidating, her muscular form adorned with battle gear that shouted power and experience. Four arms flexed with readiness, as if she could take on a battalion of warriors by herself. Gremlino's heart raced, not out of fear, but the thrill of the challenge ahead. With a blend of audacity and confidence, he crept closer, first blending into the shadows with a smokebomb, disappearing temporarily. The smoke enveloped him like an embrace, giving him the perfect cover. Gremlino moved cautiously, adopting his stealthy approach, attempting to become as silent as the night. When the smoke settled, he took a deep breath, still invisible, and darted toward the Commander, fingers twitching with eagerness to pilfer at least something—a shiny medal, a dagger, anything! Laughter danced on his lips; this was going to be a legendary tale! But just as he was about to reach for her utility belt, Commander Volia turned her head sharply. Her instincts were razor-sharp, honed by years of military training. She sensed the disturbance and, in a heartbeat, pulled out her HCAR, prepared to counterattack. With a swift motion, she unleashed her four fists, unleashing a devastating rib crusher kick that shook the ground. Gremlino’s grin vanished as he was sent tumbling backwards, his attempt at pilfering thwarted in an instant. Commander Volia didn’t just have strength; she was disciplined in martial arts—a master at anticipating the moves of her enemies, even sneaky ones like Gremlino. As the dust settled, Gremlino sat up, groaning and rubbing his sides. The monster's presence loomed before him, fierce and unyielding. Winner: Commander Volia The Commander owned the battlefield, her training, strength, and unyielding discipline overshadowing Gremlino's humor and stealth. He might’ve been sneaky, but against her unwavering resolve and military prowess, he was just another fool trying to play a dangerous game. The rib crusher kick sent a clear message: the only things worth stealing in this dungeon were the stories of defeat at the hands of a true warrior.