On the other side of the arena stood his opponent. He was a young man, likely around 19 years old. He had messy black hair and blue eyes like the sky. His clothing was strange—he wore a small blue vest that left most of his body exposed, revealing his six-pack. His loose white pants hung low on his hips. Overall, he was quite handsome. He had no visible weapon, and a slight smile rested on his face.
"Hi," he said, glancing at Bob. "You're that scary guy with the crown and red eyes, huh?" He waved at him.
Bob didn't attack immediately. He wanted to toy with the last human from Earth he would ever meet. "You don't look much like a fighter," Bob said with a smirk.
"We'll see about that. I haven't had a proper fight in a while, so don't disappoint me," the young man replied, charging at Bob.
