Zeke
A tank is a heavily armored and armed car. A complex piece of technology that requires an inestimable amount of work from several specialists or at least robots (intricate machinery created by experts in their craft) and you need hundreds, no, thousands of hours of practice to be not a simple driver, but a pilot dedicated to the art and discipline of manning this vehicle.
Let alone driving.
Driving, one of the most dangerous activities practiced daily by millions of people, in which a single mistake can cost your life and the life of other people around you. If using a sword, a simple 1kg piece of sharp metal, make you a martial artist, how does using a tank, a deep mix of metal, plastic, electronic, over 1 ton, not make you a martial artist?
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Zeke’s thick sculpted body was surrounded by flames and coated by shadows, with the eyes of a fighting machine glowing ominously. A threat Zeke had never faced before, an attack Zeke had never experienced! And yet, the body moved on its own as if he saw the cannon behind him in advance and avoided its aim at the last moment.
Did that weapon do that? They had heard of those things, but never actually faced one in combat.
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"ORAAAHH!!" Zeke led with an uppercut, the follow up was a flurry of strikes that tested and slammed into the tank's chassis, as his <Reaper's Eye> observed every millimeter of the machinery. You see, what was launching blow after blow was no dumb brute. While the fists struck, Zeke watched for any weak points to open this thing apart - with the sun's endless power behind every punch.