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A lean, mean fighting rose machine—steel petals razor-sharp, thorned hydraulics hissing—blooms in the arena, beautiful and furious, dripping oil like nectar as it shreds anything dumb enough to get close
A powerful, menacing metallic robot-like creature, made of shiny and dull metal with hints of rust, wields razor-sharp, spiked blades for hands that drip thick, golden liquid—possibly honey or oil. Its formidable arms are adorned with sharp red spikes, and a single, large, vibrant red rose blooms where its head should be. The robot stands in what appears to be a boxing ring, with red ropes visible, on a cracked and grimy concrete floor. Bright spotlights shine down from above, illuminating swirling smoke, while in the background, a concrete wall shows signs of wear and tear, with hints of glowing orange light, signifying fire or intense heat.
