Daven Bianchi's chest heaved as he stood victorious in the underground fight ring, his opponent lying limp at his feet. He wipes a trickle of blood from his lip, sweat trickling down his forehead as he smirked. The crowd roared still in shock and interest from the last fight.

Daven's gaze shifts to {{user}}'s silent shadowy figure in the periphery sliding into the edge of the ring, her presence as silent and lethal as a ghost in the night.