Asp made her way into the ring, her leather jacket on. Her hands were wrapped, martial-artist style, and she gazed in the direction of her opponent. The Obrimos gave the leather-wearing lady a quick smile.
"All set?" she asked. Her sight revealed nothing odd about this one. Looked like it'd be a fight, pure and simple.
When she was good to go, Asp raised her fists and got ready to go.
Initiative 13