"My name is Alex Kingston, and it's reward enough to be able to have another adventure, I think." Alex said honestly. He wasn't one for money, and to be honest his parents had left him a sizable inheritance when they passed. "I've been dying to really test my limits, there just isn't all that many truly powerful fighters on the American West Coast."<br/><br/>Alex followed the other man out of the building to meet up with the rotund ronin and the older fighter and began to size the three men. Alex couldn't sense power levels, as he had heard some men could, but he prided himself in his ability to size up an opponent or ally, and in this case it might just be both. As he said before, the heavier set man's roughness and ease of expressing his opinions (even if it was negative) made Alex trust him innately, and the younger fighter put him slightly on edge for some reason, as if his friendliness was simply the smile a viper wears before it strikes. The older man though, he wore his contempt and distrust on his sleeve. It didn't take a master detective to see that he could easily be a future threat. Alex immediately pegged the old man as someone not bothered by the peril of others. Alex didn't show any of this on his face of course. When facing a tiger it is never wise to blink.<br/><br/>"So what are your names?" he asked everyone