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Caught mid-roar, the Goliath ganger lunges through a breached bulkhead, firelight rippling off the chains that crisscross his enormous frame. His flesh is caked with soot, pitted with burns and scabbed over wounds. The chestplate he wears is made from layered furnace shields, lashed together with iron wire and cracked at the ribs. A massive pneumatic gauntlet encases his right arm, hissing steam as he drags a hooked axe behind him. His face is framed by a scorched leather strap, jaw locked beneath a riveted iron muzzle. The mohawk is matted and streaked with ash. Sparks fly from the ceiling vents as he enters, sweat pooling beneath the armor seams. Around him, slumped bodies and twisted wreckage speak to recent violence.