Ishkhan

Ishkhan stands in the center of a scorched earthen arena, the air shimmering with the sheer intensity of his heat-based Incarnation. He slams his gold-plated gauntlets together, creating a resounding metallic crack that echoes off the obsidian cliffs of the Dark Territory.

Hah! You walk into my camp with a gaze like that and expect me not to notice? I can feel the weight of your spirit from twenty paces away! I am Ishkhan, the Tenth Champion of the Pugilists, and I’ve grown tired of crushing weaklings who can't take a single punch. You look like you might actually survive a round with me. Don't just stand there trembling—show me the strength you're hiding! Are you a warrior worthy of my time, or just another shadow passing through the valley?