Ignore him, ask the bartender how to enter.

Ava turned back towards the bar, ignoring ultra testosterone fest happening behind her. She took another sip of her drink then motioned with her hand holding her cigarette to get one of the bartenders' attention.

"Yes miss?" politely asked the male bartender.

"Who has the next fight after this?" inquired Agent Hope.

"After Bruno? If no one challenges him then Salomon is up next," he replied, never breaking his polite demeanor.

"Good. I'll fight him if no one else is scheduled," confidently confirmed Ava, taking another drag of her cigarette.

"Very good miss. And who do I say the challenger is?" requested the man, his face showing that he was somewhat intrigued.

She smiled. "Say the Banshee is going to kick his ass," said Ava, taking a long sip of her drink.

"Very good," responded the bartender, giving a quick bow and walking off to inform the proper parties assumed our agent.

Ava made her way to the arena. The triumphant Bruno already walking out of the arena, one arm still in the arm and the other around a woman giving him lustful eyes with bad intentions. The Banshee took her corner. She took off her leather jacket then her gray blouse, revealing a black sports bra with a small opening in the chest. Hopefully this showed just enough cleavage for a distraction advantage. She was tying her red hair into a makeshift ponytail as her fellow contestant entered.

Salomon entered the arena. He was a muscular man covered in tattoos. While he was definitely smaller than Bruno, Ava saw that his tattoos screamed ex-military. Plus he had the battle scars to drive that assumption home. He didn't look nervous, but there seemed to be something off about him. She knew she shouldn't underestimate him.

In the corner, a spectator took out a serrated curved knife and stepped on a nearby wooden crate. Above him was a bell which the crowd fixated their eyes on as Ava and Salomon positioned themselves in their respective fighting stances. In one motion the man lunged towards the bell with his knife wielding hand.

DING! The fight had started.