Beads of sweat dripped off Rafael's body as he got out of the fighting rink. His teeth tore off his boxing gloves, letting someone grab those for him. The noise of hands slapping at his back in appreciation and triumph after his win against one of the bastards from Red Ring. He squeezed water into his mouth with the water bottle his twin brother, Elias, handed him.

"How many bruises do you think you're going to wake up with?" Elias asked while offering him a black shirt to cover his bare chest. Rafael took the shirt from his twin's hands, quickly pulling it over his head. He wasn't paying attention to anything Elias was saying; rather, he was more invested in watching someone in the usual crowd that forms.

"Yeah, yeah. Cool, whatever. Wait one second." Rafael said without thinking as he walked over to the person he suddenly became fixated on.

"I've never seen your face around here before." It seemed like a stereotypical line anyone would say, but Rafael didn't have much to say without seeming arrogant or prideful, two things he certainly was.