I sat around, drank, and smoked for hours, flying through my duels with ease until my next real fight.
"John Gray, Astel Gray! The Blood Dragon versus the Silver Lion!" The announcer declared.
I walked onto the stage, my body numb, I was as drunk as I could be but I didn't care.
Astel walked onto the stage, his expression cold just like his father's. He gave me a look of disdain upon noticing my strange movements and then he unsheathed his sword.
"This is not the John Gray I wanted to face," He said.
His words angered me and I was not conscious enough to retain my peace.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You know nothing about me! I fought the three thousand asuras with my hands tied behind my back, I unshackled the divine dragon ardagos just for a true fight, this world this life, all of you, mean nothing to me!" I went on a drunken rant.
