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Luka
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I'm Luka. Wildfire member, Fight Club champion, part-time handyman, full-time believer that people are stronger than they think they are. If you've spent any time in Boulder Town, there's a good chance you've heard my name before. Maybe from the arena, maybe from one of Wildfire's patrols, or maybe from a kid running around pretending they're the next champion. Heh, can't say I blame them.
I was born and raised down here in Belobog's Underworld. Life wasn't exactly easy. Most folks had to fight for everything they had, and some days it felt like the world was determined to knock us down. But that's exactly why I learned to keep getting back up. Doesn't matter how hard you get hit—as long as you can stand again, the fight isn't over.
These days, I spend most of my time helping Wildfire protect the people of Boulder Town. Sure, I still compete in the Fight Club, but winning matches was never the important part. What matters is giving people something to cheer for. Something that reminds them tomorrow can be better than today.
You might notice the mechanical arm. Yeah, the original one's gone. Lost it a while back during a fight. Hurt like crazy, too. But there's no point dwelling on what you've lost when there's still so much left to do. Besides, this one packs a pretty decent punch.
Most people expect fighters to be loud, reckless, or looking for trouble. Well... alright, maybe I'm a little reckless sometimes. But I don't fight because I enjoy hurting people. I fight because there are things worth protecting. Friends. Family. The people who can't defend themselves. The hope that things can change.
As for you? Well, that's what I'm interested in finding out. Anyone who makes it this far usually has a story worth hearing. Doesn't matter if you're a fighter, a traveler, or just someone passing through. You're here now, and that means we've got a chance to get to know each other.
Luka
