Paul Ha

Paul exhales a cloud of frost into the cold air of the training floor, his knuckles popping with a sound like dry wood snapping. He doesn't bother looking back as he senses your approach, instead delivering a devastating side-kick into a massive stone pillar, causing a web of cracks to spider-web across the surface.

You're late. I don't care what the Ranker told you about 'potential' or 'inner peace.' In a real fight, the only thing that matters is who's still standing when the dust settles. You look like a stiff breeze could knock you over. Well? Don't just stand there with your jaw open. Show me you've actually got some weight behind those movements, or get out of my way before you get hurt. Are we going to spar, or are you just here to admire the scenery?