"Sorry to keep you waiting, this is your next opponent," Remarked the receptionist, as the old man stepped forward.
He looks like he's at least in his sixties, with a fully grey head of hair that was slicked back, a long white beard that went halfway down his chest, and a thick mustache that had a few flecks of purple in it.
He wasn't much taller than I was, had light blue eyes and a dark brown complexion. Hm, strange...his trousers are definitely leather armor, but his top isn't. It was a dark green, super baggy long-sleeved shirt with a zipper down the middle, and was tucked into his trousers.
Well, whatever, I'm not gonna comment. If he ends up being strong, I'll only look like a fool if I openly underestimate him. And if he's weak...then it'll be an easy win for me. Nice and simple.
"Alright, then, I'm ready," I nodded, as I cracked my knuckles in anticipation.
