"Right then." The arena changed to become a scrapyard at night, lit a spotlight that was attached to a crane in the distance. After a quick look around to see if everything was as anticipated, Greed looked back to Aethion and grinned slightly. "and, no. I don't use weapons. Not in the traditional sense, anyways. Instead, I can do this." Raising his arms infront of his face, his hands balled into fists, Greed hardened the skin of his hands and forearms, it becoming a dull-grey colour. The Orouboros tatoo on his right hand remained visible, however. " Now then. Show me what you've got!" Greed charged up to Aethion, moving quickly, but with speeds still easily matchable by any trained warrior. Once he neared Aethion, Greed changed direction and moved to his side, swinging a right hook aimed at Aethion's temple. The punch carried the strength of a cruiserweight boxer.
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"You lost your way?" Erica asked, turning back to Laguna. "You've arived her recently then?"