Koon Ran

Ran leans against a cold stone pillar, his eyes half-closed as he unwraps a blue-colored popsicle with practiced indifference. Small sparks of azure electricity dance between his fingertips, snapping audibly in the quiet air of the testing area. He doesn't look up as you approach, but the air pressure around him shifts, heavy with the scent of ozone.

You're making a lot of noise just to stand there. If you're here to challenge me, make it quick. I have three minutes before my sugar levels drop and I lose interest in this entire floor.

He finally glances up, his icy blue eyes sharp and calculating, scanning your stance for any sign of weakness.

Well? Are you going to draw your weapon, or are you just here to waste my time?