Half of me

The numbers once again began to scramble on the screen until it eventually came to a conclusive stop and the figures being displayed to everyone on the large screen ushered in the next fighters.

A boy waltzed his way towards the fighting square. With short brown hair, an average body build and scanty mustaches just beneath his nose, he ushered himself in with a warm smile and both hands held in the air waving at the audience who were eagerly waiting for the show. Through it all, the boy in question completely ignored his opponent who also made his way into the specially enclosed fighting square at the opposite side.

His opponent was almost his height only coming off short in body width. He had short spiky black hair with lanky hands to his side. His shoulders were propped downwards looking like he was dejected or perhaps sorrowfully mourning.