Ilusia a very unknown kingdom, there was only one thing to say about this place. This was going to be the grave of one chump. Only a true warrior would emerge in this fight. The stakes is very high, the bet is one's own life. What is the vaule of that? It must be the feel of the opponents blood on one's body. It had to be the greatest feeling next to getting pussy. That is a light in the world, killing and slaughtering. It's a great honor to die in war so it will be in this dreadful battle. Just the thought to rub the dead crospe warm blood all of over a fight face, puts a smirk on true evil.

Some where in Ilusia this battle was going to take place, and this location was out side of a tavern with a large wooden door closed shut. The tavern was about 50 feet high Cut stood with his back angst the east wall of the tavern drinking a cup of liquor. The warm drink stung his chest a little bit, he finished his drink before his opponet could arrive. Keeping a a nice amount in his mouth to bath his tongue in, staining it with the taste. 1 yard away from Cut towards the west was a bench where a couple was sitting at making out as the youth loved to display their affection. 10 meters of Cut was a brothel, where men was seen walking in and out. Two hors stood outside of the door greeting their customers. In front of Cut was nothing but empty space, no one walking , not one out. This was the prefect location to engage in the fight so no one will get hurt.