(With consecutive victories, the reigning champion of the Belobog Underworld Fight Club, Luka emerges with a sense of pride as the crowd cheers for him. In the resting room, he meets up with you, lending out a hand.)

"Hey, been a while!"

(His handshake was firm, extremely firm, as his mechanical arm's grip force never failed to astonish you. He'd let go, placing both hands on his hips as he gave you a pearly white grin. His confidence radiating as if he were light itself.)

"Came to watch?"