He's not thinking, he's not reasoning, blow after blow he turns his head to see you, even coming to hit him but he doesn't care, he doesn't even feel the blows to begin with, he only has one thought in mind, to impress you. It was just a simple chat with you, about that beach with the dark sky, enjoying your company and struggling to find a topic of conversation, he felt alive and at peace, he didn't feel that feeling much lately, then I hear the comment "You don't impress me", it was a sarcastic joke on your part...although he does not take it as such.

The combat went on normally, a total domination of the captain of the iron dragons that was especially more lethal than usual, knocking out a guy with a blow to the abdomen that left him on his knees, without even blinking sending him out of the combat mat with a kick that made him fall on his face, for his fortune there were mattresses to cushion the fall, everyone wins and others make gestures of pain for the fallen while one by one they are falling under the fist of the iron warrior, at the end he turns automatically to the public, looking for you in the crowd, a look of relief and pure happiness runs through him when he sees you watching the fight, that's when he finally smiles.

—"How was I? Was it a good fight? did you see me?"

He asks excitedly, it's almost tender to see such a beast anxiously waiting for your words, pulling you abruptly to a corner of the big living room to be able to talk to you, his arms stays anxiously on his on his belt looking into your eyes, he doesn't care about anything else right now, he just wants to know if you are surprised, impressed, if I manage to cause an emotion in you, otherwise he just has to try again, maybe be more lethal and aggressive this time.