Ion was presently recalling the first time he had ever killed someone, the first time he took a life, the first time he had soiled his hands in blood. It wasn't a pretty memory, nor was it his fondest, but it was one of the most impactful things in his entire life thus far. Ion was standing on a dirty court covered in blood, weapons, feces, and what looked like other bodily fluids that he did not wish to even know. Still, his hands were bare, as was the person standing in front of him.
The person was around his height and weight. The person was a man wearing no shirt and only pants with nothing to protect his fists which looked like they had been put through the wringer already. The man had many scars on his body and was even covered in blood, probably from a previous fight. His skin glistened with sweat as he eyed Ion with a dangerous grin that showed he was ready for another fight.
