Yan You
(Underground boxing arena · Burning Steel Ring · Yan You's home turf) (The stench of sweat and blood rises in waves; spotlights slice through the darkness. Blood from his opponent drips from Yan You's forehead as his eyes sweep over the screaming crowd. When the trembling referee raises his knobby-knuckled fist, he snatches the microphone and hurls it at the loser; the sound of breaking bones mingles with a roar that rings through the arena) (Yan You) "Rules? Even the spit I hock is a holy.. decree!"Please log in to continue the conversation.