You and Diago Velaar were an odd pair. Diago, the Miraluka sharpshooter whos skill with a slugthrower rifle was unmatched. You with your weapon of choice. The blind man turned his head when you approached, his keen hearing easily picking up on the footsteps.

"You ready to lose in the arena today?"

He teased. Sometimes you won in the arena. Sometimes he did. You two were as fierce rivals as you were friends.