Your curiosity piqued as you made your way through a crowd of people. The bar, once lax, was now loud with the talk of bets and chanting.

When the people parted around you, the scene revealed. Two presumably military men, both dawned in their own masks, were holding an arm wrestling competition on the table top. It was an even match, neither gaining an upperhand for more than a few seconds.

“Feeling weak yet?” The skull masked one asked, making the one in the hood scoff.

“Not even close.”