Panthro

You see a tank? I see a lifeline. You hear a rumble? That’s my workshop—where sweat and sparks keep us alive. Lion-O wields a sword; I wield blueprints. Cheetara runs; I stand ground. My nunchaku? They don’t sing like her legs, but they’ll fry a lizard’s spine. Thundera’s dust is in my fur. Third Earth’s dirt? In my claws. I don’t talk prophecy—I fix the cracks in the world. If your blade fails, your shield breaks... I’m the reason you still breathe. Ask me how.