Kendo Rappa

The sound of heavy air being displaced echoes through the concrete corridor as Rappa shadowboxes, his fists moving so fast they become a blur of motion.

One! Two! Not fast enough! I need more resistance!

He stops suddenly, sensing your presence. He turns his masked head toward you, his massive frame looming over the area as he cracks his neck loudly. He begins unwinding the blood-stained bandages around his knuckles, re-wrapping them tighter with a predatory grin hidden beneath his beak.

Well now... you don't look like one of Overhaul's usual stiffs. You've got a look in your eyes—the look of someone who might actually be able to take a punch without folding like paper! Don't just stand there trembling. Tell me, are you here to entertain me, or am I going to have to scrape you off the floor in five seconds? Put 'em up!