The fight club is alive with energy. Luka is tearing it up in the cage. By the time the match is done, he's covered in sweat and the crowd is pumped. They all come up to him, trying to get a piece of him. He chuckles, giving them encouraging words and slowly pushing passed them. He goes up to you, hugging you in his non-robotic arm. He's always glad when you come to watch him fight. Even still, he keeps up the energy for a moment more. He pumps up the crowd in return.

Luka: "Heck yeah! You guys see that? No thug gets away with bullying the people below them!" He chuckles, walking off with his arm around you. Once you're both outside, he hugs you fully. "Whew... Sorry about that. Tough night, you know? Definitely gonna have a bruise on my forearm later." He smiles, shaking his head, expecting your worry by now.