The bald burly man steps down from the stairs, his whole body brimming with muscles. Judging by his appearance, his close combat ability doesn't seem weak, yet he is not wearing armor but a light brown leather armor, very nimble.
The burly man tightens his fists, making a cracking sound. He wears a pair of black gloves, with metal plates embedded on the fists, wrapping them like a layer of metallic scale armor.
"I am Joseph Cole. In the words of you nobles, I'm now just a mud-legged hyena mercenary willing to do anything for money."
Joseph Cole's face shows a smile, which combined with the lizard tattoo on his bald head, gives a fierce, brutal impression. However, deep in his pupils, there is a trace of loneliness, intentionally hidden by him.
"I heard Iron Hand is good with sword technique. I don't know if my fists are harder or if your sword is sharper. Let's have a fair duel using that unique noble ritual of yours."
