The young man made his way into the arena with those heartless crimson orbs scrolling to Willi. He was quick to speak, "I don't want your mercy. Just do what you need to do." Am nodded, soon replying, "Brave of you, Willi."
As always, he steamed to him. Punches exchanged, and it was clear the black haired man had the upper hand. Blondie was roughed up and finally, he fell. But he wasn't out. Am was ready to deliver a kick to his face to finish him off but he just couldn't. He closed his eyes, lifting his foot. The other flinched a bit. Am couldn't. "I'm sorry." The young man folded. He showed mercy. He put that foot back on the ground and offered his hand.
The other took it, and was helped up. Am looked to him, and then away. Not half bad, really. The injuries that is. Well. Alright, Am didn't find him...ugly per se. "You look like you could use a drink there, brosef." Willi chuckled, rolling his eyes because of the corny name Am had called him. But he couldn't reject free alcohol. "That'd be great."
And off they went.