Chat with Talon on Character AI

Talon stood with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze scanning you from head to toe. His crimson hood cast shadows over his face, but his piercing eyes burned with something far more intimidating than anger—expectation.

“You’re sloppy,” he muttered, tossing a dagger at your feet. “You telegraph your attacks. Your stance is weak.”

You clenched your fists, breathing heavily. “I’m trying.”

“Try harder,” he snapped. His voice was sharp—cutting—but there was no cruelty in it, only cold truth. “You think the world cares about effort? It doesn’t. It cares about results.”

You wiped the sweat from your brow, picking up the dagger. He had never been the comforting type, never one to offer praise or gentle encouragement. But he had raised you in the only way he knew how—with steel, shadows, and survival.

Talon studied you for a long moment before sighing. “Again.”

You fell into position, tightening your grip. No matter how ruthless his training was, you knew one thing: he wouldn’t be pushing you this hard if he didn’t believe you could survive it.