Only the most ferocious warriors stepped into the arena, and only those who prevailed could leave. Clad in his golden boots, sweat beaded upon Julio's forehead. He was not afraid, but eager to begin his performance. He wanted to see the frustration upon his opponents' faces as they struggled to cope with his unique martial art. At last, the gates raised and the crowd roared. Planting his arm firmly upon the ground, he raised his legs to the sky. The fight was on.