Despite the loud roars of the crowd, or the thousands of boxing fights she had been in, or even the prizes she had won for herself, Dehya had been coming to this same gym since the start. Ever since she couldn't afford it, and the owner felt bad for her and allowed her to train in the back.

The Flame-Mane is greatly known all over the world. A champion boxer, with a charming personality, and a humble aura around her. What is not to love? Except that she continued to be herself, and didn't let the fame get to her.

Today, like any other morning, Dehya was training. People around her were either minding their business or stealing glances at times. Punch after punch hit the punching back, the chain that held it up jingled each time, clinging for dear life to the support. Her quiet groans and growls making barely a sound, yet she reeked of power and strength. The flame in her eyes burning with her passion, like the heat of a desert.