"I'm a mixed martial artist. So, to put it succinctly, I pretty much get paid to beat other people into submission. That Gi in there is something of a memento from a commercial I did once." He says with a firm nod of his head, having no real reason to hide anything from them.<br/><br/>"Stupidest thing in the world. It was for a  motorcycle, which was called the Ninja. So their was a bunch of us brawlers wearing stuff like that, and fighting over the motorcycle with over-the-top action moves."<br/><br/>"We can probably find vines and use them as belts to tighten clothing." He looked over to the girl that had gone running off like that, and shrugged his shoulders. "You both should be careful out there. A tropical island likely means poisonous snakes and spiders, and I didn't think to bring anti-venom with me." He got his way out of his shirt, which was not overly difficult, and lay it out on the sandy beach, presumably to dry in the sun.<br/><br/>Next came his pants, and his boxers and socks; yes he's stripping right there on the beach, but, if the girls didn't want to watch, he moved with enough slowness that they could easily avert their gaze. He would select another shirt and pair of pants from his relatively-dry luggage bag (thank god for water resistant materials), and get dressed in half the time it took to get the wet, sticking clothes off.<br/><br/>"Might be other animals, too. That could be bad." This is more to himself than to anyone else. He grabs his Bo off the ground and looks over it, before slowly feeling through the pockets of his soaked pants, apparently looking for something.<br/><br/>"My name is Erik." He would say, after Ami had asked the other girl if he had introduced himself yet. "Can I get your names? Do we know the guy's name?" He'd finally find what he was looking for, his trusty old ceramic knife. It had been unbothered by its journey through the ocean; ceramic was not in the habit of getting rusted.<br/><br/>He goes over to his medical bag, and takes out some very sticky medical tape, and uses it to affix the blade to one end of the staff. He then extends and locks the blade into position, having effectively created a spear, though not one that would be able to sustain heavy usage.