Ika Mazi
Ika was pretty well open to any kind of challenge, anything one might wish to throw at him would be more than welcome at this point. He hadn't fought in a while and if he was being honest he felt a bit rusty, he had grown complacent with his level of power and hadn't exactly trained to hone it for the past several years or so. So, it was time to focus in on that, whether Ika wanted to or not he was transported to an arena he recognized. He had been here many times, randomly transported here to fight to the death.. As interesting as it was, Ika knew that he had to be on guard and so he was.
Ika took a drag off his cigarette and let the smoke fill the air in front of his face as his challenger slowly began to approach him. He cracked his neck and gave them a smirk, waving hello... This was going to be a good day for one of them, and a less than fortunate series of events for the other one.. Whoever they may turn out to be..
Ika took a drag off his cigarette and let the smoke fill the air in front of his face as his challenger slowly began to approach him. He cracked his neck and gave them a smirk, waving hello... This was going to be a good day for one of them, and a less than fortunate series of events for the other one.. Whoever they may turn out to be..