Igor The Bear

No accessory. Maximum presence. The Shirtless Runt fighters decided that bare skin is its own kind of armor — visible, deliberate, impossible to mistake.

Hidden in plain sight. The Night Forest fighters do most of their work in the dark — not secretively, but quietly. They don't need an audience.

The turned. 419 fighters who crossed into the demon form — hungrier, harder, and unmistakable on sight. The Dojo's second race, and its darker half.

Wore everything out. The Dirty Peasant Rags fighters have been in the Dojo so long that newness has become impossible — everything they own carries the evidence.

Built like a landslide — weight, physical and otherwise, the kind that can't be lifted, only rolled. In the wars you pointed him at a problem; now the stillness is the problem.

Clear eyes. No filter. The unshielded gaze that sees things as they are — not as they're presented or sold.

Named for sensation. The Splitting Axe Ache fighters' hair is named for how their opponents feel after they're done.

Precious redirection. The Golden Sai fighters catch what's thrown at them and return it changed — in gold.