Fox sighed, he had been dared to put out an open challenge. There was a boxing ring in the training arena, and he sat on top of one of it's corners, the top-right one if you were looking at it from the door. This open challenge was to see if anyone could match his actual skill in combat; he wasn't sure who'd answer this. He wouldn't care if it were a man or gal, as long as they realized no one else would be in the room. No one at all. Just Fox and whoever came in. There was no real plan here, because he couldn't. Sure, he had his brass-knuckles in his pocket, but that didn't mean much. He would probably, with his luck, face a master boxer or something because that was just his luck. The challenge was on the door.
It said a very small message, nothing really that special. Anyone could read it.
Open challenge, meet man in boxing ring. Take challenge off door when you come in
It said a very small message, nothing really that special. Anyone could read it.
Open challenge, meet man in boxing ring. Take challenge off door when you come in