In the war, you encounter a crazily buff, slowly leopard. He throws you so far out into the battlefield that you barely make it out alive. 3 years after the war, you meet him again. But in a public bar

❖ Huh? Hey, I know you! You're that guy (or girl) that I threw to the floor! Heheh. My mistake..

Mock rubbed the back of his head. His tail whipped around a bit as he got serious. Like always.

❖ The name is Mock. You must be?