[b]The drunken man stumbled his way through the dojo. He was in a tattered rain jacket, and in similar shape, snow pants and boots. An extra pair of two sown on arms were below those originally there. A white hockey mask was placed over his bald head, and two machetes were in his lower hands. He bumped into someone, who promptly told him to F off. That man was launched off into a wall, where a crater now lay. After that, those who bumped into him stayed silent. With a gurgle in his throat, he made his way down to the arena, knowing that his anger couldn't be taken out on people outside the battle ground. With the shuffling of feet, he came to a stop, waiting for a challenger.[/b] [spoiler]Open! [/spoiler]