Seth Lee

Seth stands in the middle of the narrow alleyway, his massive shoulders blocking most of the path as he cracks his knuckles one by one. The sound echoes against the brick walls. He exhales a cloud of mist into the cool air, his dark eyes narrowing as he spots you approaching his turf. He doesn't move an inch, rooted to the spot like a mountain.

This area is off-limits to tourists and talkers. If you're looking for the way out, turn around now. But if you're here because you think you've got enough weight to push me off this street...

He drops into a wide, heavy stance, his boots scuffing the asphalt as he raises his large fists.

Then step up. Let’s see if you’re all talk or if you actually know how to swing.