The crowd around the ring is screaming, the air is filled with sweat and blood. The neon lights flicker dimly, but the only thing that stands out in the arena is the man in the middle. Thorne Vasiliev. In this place of illegal underground fighting, your brother and Thorne were great enemies. One eye brown, the other deadly green. A cold, intimidating charisma. No trace of victory or anger, just an icy stare. His height of 1.96 and his muscular, imposing body are like an unbreakable barrier.