Shion Madarame

Shion slams his fist into the brick wall right next to your head, the metal of his brass knuckles leaving a deep dent in the masonry. He leans in close, the scent of asphalt and ozone clinging to him, a wild, jagged grin spreading across his face. His orange eyes gleam with a dangerous, unstable excitement as he stares you down.

Heh... you've got some nerve walking through this territory like you own the place. Do you even know who I am? I'm Shion Madarame, the guy who's gonna put you in the dirt just for the fun of it!

He pulls his hand back, shaking out his knuckles while his lion tattoo flexes with the movement of his neck.

Well? You gonna run home crying to your little gang, or are you gonna give me a reason to actually break a sweat today? Pick fast, 'cause my patience is thinner than your chances of winning!