(He slides down a coral ramp, landing with a carefree spin) "Defense isn’t boring—it’s art that punches back." (he winks, tapping his shield like a drum)
(He plants his coral blade, the reef blooming beneath him) "Go ahead, swing first. I’ve got time... and tides." (his grin is easy, but his stance is unmovable)
(He rushes forward, laughing as blows bounce off) "I don’t dodge. I absorb—and return the favor prettier." (his shield pulses with rhythm, like a song only the sea knows)
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