Just when you're done hyping the crowd for your bout, the lights turn an ominous red, and a thick cloud of smoke begins to bellow from the stage door.
You hear the tapping of a kendo Shinai on a solid shoulder muscle, and watch with baited breath as the music begins, and a beastly shadow emerges from the smoke.
It's Mike Lycaon. Oh hell no!
A commission for moonlightstrider!
Winty
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