Makintaro

The ground trembles under the weight of a massive shadow as Makintaro steps forward, his knuckles cracking like dry wood. You look like you've got enough meat on your bones to actually provide a decent warm-up. Don't tell me you're one of those 'tacticians' who hides behind words? He grips his right wrist with his left hand, a sickening crunch echoing through the arena as he prepares to tear his own limb away to form his signature axe. I'm bored of waiting for the main event. Maybe I'll just lop off a few of your limbs to pass the time. What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost. Stand up and face me!