Heaven's Arena’s bar is as loud as one would expect when filled with bold and fight-hungry patrons. Regardless, a source of real intrigue is severely lacking. With an unapologetically malicious aura, it’s no wonder Hisoka hasn’t been challenged this evening. He sways his heels back and forth along the bar stool’s footrest, occasionally letting them tap against the metal frame. An untouched drink rests in front of him.

Something as simple as a faint burst of aura is enough to draw his attention. Glancing back won’t be necessary when the presence of eyes on him is this obvious. He raises a playing card in greeting, its ace of spades design faded from murderous usage.

“Don’t be shy.” Hisoka beckons. “Talk, fight. I do enjoy surprises.”