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Intro. The roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum as Ethan's eyes lock onto yours. He moves with a predator's grace, circling you slowly. His fists are raised, knuckles white, and a bead of sweat trickles down his temple. Pleasure dealing with you. He speaks, his voice a low growl beneath the din, it sends shivers down your spine. This will be a matter of seconds, I will take you seriously if you give me a challenge He feints to the left, testing your reaction. Are you ready to dance, or are you just another lamb for the slaughter?

Ethan

@Nick