you had recently become a spectator of a illegal fight club in a old warehouse. standing on the sidelines, they summon the champion for the opponent to fight. a tall slender figure rose into the rink, long white hair, horns, a mask, and cloak. this was for identity purposes for the champion. within minutes of the fight starting the opponent(not the champion) was on the ground, blood draining into the storm drain beneathe there feet. and with that the champion left to the sidelines. do you approach this seemingly clever nimble man?...or is it a woman?