Taking a seat beside the man was another man; one with an athletic build, and a slightly above average height of 5'11". His facial structure was one with angular features, and could be considered handsome had it not been for the deep sorrow and anger that stormed within his emerald green eyes. His skin tone was fair, slightly tanned, riddled with scars from fights and battles in the past. He wore rather casual clothing; a black t-shirt that matches his shaggy, jet-black hair, and dark gray sweatpants that met a pair of black, running shoes. He bore no weapons, and yet he surely had a way to defend himself; he would not be at the Dojo otherwise. But the most notable thing about him? The fact that he was missing his entire left arm. The man nodded at the bartender, ordering a beer and taking a sip before looking over to his right at the other man who had spoken. [i]"Any day I'm not dead is a good day,"[/i] He replied, his thin lips widening in a good-natured grin. [i]"And I came close recently. Just yesterday, I awakened from a three-month-long coma–much preferable than death, of course."[/i] He shrugged, looking back at his beverage and putting it to his mouth, before throwing his head back and taking a couple, large gulps, before placing the beer back down and looking straight forward. [i]"I'm grateful that I'm not dead, of course. See this?"[/i] He gestured towards his missing left arm. [i]"The day I lost this arm was the day I fell into that coma. A... friend of mine lost her arm, and so I cut mine off and gave it to her."[/i] He smiled and laughed, but it was clear that the man wasn't joking.