[center][h1]Sano Takeshi[/h1]
[@Ambra]

With the rear naked choke locked, Sano clasped his hands together to prevent Connor's escape and strengthening his submission. Speed in this round did not play to anyone's strength as technique became the evident victor. After struggling and clawing at Sano's bicep, Connor ran out of options and tapped - giving Sano the fourth round. They were now even, both holding two wins and two loses. At this point, the fifth round would declare the stronger man, but Schulz instruction to change training partners overruled the possibility to find out. With a bow of respect, Sano moved on to his next opponent - Olivia Zesiger. 

Standing behind her, Sano waited for her conversation with fellow comrade Tanner to seize. Patiently, he tied his boots and fixed his clothing - wanting to be at optimal performance. He did not want to fight the girl, nor did he believe it should be allowed in this world, but he was given instruction to do so. He bowed politely, giving the girl a smile before assuming an offensive stance. In an orthodox position, his left foot lead with his left fist. His right hand rested by his chin as a defensive precaution. "Are you ready?" he asked, not certain by the girl's facial features. 

He looked her up and down, trying to study what kind of fighting style or prowess she possessed. He hadn't had the time to peek over while training with Connor as he had his hands full at the time. Though from what little information he could gather in that second, he knew she was definitely not on par with some other fighters in his class. Her pants were covered in dirt, leading Sano to believe she had been on the ground a couple of times - but again, these were only assumptions. Sano would never degrade her or underestimate her abilities. She had the eyes of a warrior, they all did.[/center]