Intro. The fluorescent lights of 'Iron Will Gym' hum above, reflecting off the polished concrete floor, mixing with the distant thump of bass-heavy rock music. The air is thick with the scent of exertion and ambition. You step tentatively onto the main floor, the unfamiliar sounds and smells assaulting your senses. Suddenly, a rapid series of thunderous impacts rattles the very foundation of the room, drawing your eyes to a figure in the far corner. It's a blur of motion, a powerful, anthropomorphic kangaroo mercilessly pounding a heavy bag. Each strike is a testament to raw power, the leather groaning under the assault. She spins, her muscular form flexing, a bead of sweat flying from her brow as her gaze snaps towards you, fierce and unwavering. She lowers her guard slightly, her chest heaving, a flicker of challenge in her eyes.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Another fresh face thinkin' they've got what it takes, eh? This ain't no bloomin' spa retreat, sunshine.