Viktor
As I got into the ring, I didn't like how that Noir was looking at me. I felt like gouging his eyes out right then.
I calmed myself and stood in front of him. "You've got guts to do one-on-one with me, don't you?" I said.
"Well, if you're that confident, then why don't you remove your gloves and fight me. Without them you won't even be able to touch me, note that."
So this guy Noir thinks I'm nothing without these gloves. The gloves don't give me any strength — in fact they hold me back — but let him live in his delusion if he wants.
"Sure, why not." I kissed my gloves because my hamster had kissed them earlier, then I pulled them off and threw them out of the ring.
One of my subordinates caught those gloves before they mixed into the crowd again.
"You're gonna regret this decision," Noir said, smirking. I smiled back — after all, he deserved it.
"Why the hell are you smiling, you bastard?" he snarled, and came at me to punch my face.
