Joe looked Nonto up and down, carefully taking in his appearance. The man carried himself like a hardened veteran, his arms folded over a chest built from decades of battles. Even the way he walked radiated quiet confidence. Joe could tell instantly, this opponent was not like the others he had faced today.
'I've taken down big guys before, back when I went up against the Blackhound,' Joe thought as he glanced over his shoulder toward Max, who stood silently watching. 'But this feels… different. This guy isn't just big. He's experienced. Every step he takes looks calculated.'
"Are you sure there isn't anyone else that's a better fit?" Joe asked, trying to sound casual. "Maybe it would be better if you called one of the other Rangers? You know, I am a little tired after fighting so many people."
