"Iron fist!... Iron Fist!... Iron Fist!"
The battleground of Aragon, located at the center of the marketplace and commonly used by the Beastmen to settle disputes was once again in use today with several Beastmen in attendance as they sought to watch what was to be a most interesting matchup.
"You don't plan on stopping this?" Alex casually asked with his hands in his pocket as he stood before Alejandro who was having the time of his life as he guffawed.
"Why should I?... Andre is right. I agreed to let Douglas learn the art of Entropy, so to ask for our weapons for such a matter, you must prove deserving of them."
Alex sighed but ultimately nodded. "Alright then."
Turning, he glanced at the sand pit where Amelio, otherwise known as Iron Fist, was waiting to receive him.
The Beastman was large, almost on par with his father, and his fists, covered in metal, gave testament to his nickname and why he had it.
