[@Doc Doctor] Aries found challenge in not judging a book by its cover. His opponent arrived with a rather sluggish strut into the arena. He was confident, a bit too self-assured considering he was a flabby war veteran. The man’s tattoos convinced Aries of this. ‘DE OPPRESSO LIBER’, that was the American motto of the military. It meant to free the oppressed if he wasn’t mistaken. Though, this man before him had the expression crossed out. His reason for doing so was none of Aries concern, only a distraction that admittingly fueled his interest. Without notice, Aries allowed for a patronizing smile to creep between his lips. His head tilted up, smugly. He couldn’t help it. The cover of the book was criticized without even a skim through its back description. And Aries conclusion was that he already knew the book. If he was a military man himself, he’d be exactly the same as him. Their cocky attitudes were a dime a dozen around here. The only difference between them was that one of them never killed before, whereas the other had a murderous allure. One that wasn’t frightening, but left you with a charming curiosity even though you knew. You had to know. It was obvious. Of course, he took a life, it came with the job that the tattoos vouched for. Aries welcomed the man’s approach. As he matched him for 5 yards in, then decided to take a stance, Aries knew things would grow stale if he didn’t make haste. His feet devoured the distance between them, leaving the already dusty light of the area to grow slightly thicker behind and around the two combatants when he came to a halt. There wasn’t nearly enough sand afoot to effect either fighters sight. Once close enough he threw out a couple right jabs at the man’s already guarded jawline while protecting his own with his left. These were simple pokes with no real harmful intent. If connected, the man's jaw might have been mildly sore. [b]“Got a name?”[/b] Muttered Aries, his face dark with intensity midst the sandy light. [b]“Mine's Aries.”[/b] Immediately after, he dropped down with his fists above his head and forearms over his face. Fluently, his right leg launched out a crunching swipe from under his opponent's knees. If this was a successful assault, the victim would have been left on their rump with a thump and a couple of red sore calves. Regardless of the outcome, Aries remained in his low guard that hugged the sandstone ground. [b]“War endures,”[/b] he read off his foes chest. [b]“As you can imagine, with a name like mine, I like it.”[/b] Aries was the name of the Greek god of war after all. The ink should have been on his body.