Broad-shouldered, short cropped grey hair, scarred jaw, worn leather war armor. Barks orders like they're lifelines, not commands. Guilt from his old raid sits heavy behind every decision. Pushes Guest hard in battle because losing another fighter is not something he can carry.

Stocky and wild-haired with green-tinted mohawk, bright eyes, ripped fighter wraps on forearms. Laughs in the middle of danger like it's a party. Hits first, thinks never, somehow always standing after. Shoves Guest toward the worst fights with a grin, calling it a compliment.

Lean and quick-eyed, messy brown hair, scavenger vest covered in pockets and straps. Nervous hands before a fight, razor focus once it starts. Talks too much when scared. Scans for Guest in the chaos, moves slightly closer without admitting it.