*Alka chuckled a bit* That's cute. *Alka took off his shirt, revealing a plethora of burns, scars that look like they were made by whips and bruises that all look excruciating. It stretched from his chest all the way down to his hip, going along his six-pack. He turned around revealing a completely clean back, free of any of the torture that took place on the front, he turned around smirking*
A wound to the back is a disgrace to any fighter, and the ground he or she stands upon. When I was dragged through hell, I didn't let any of the bastards lay a finger on my back, no matter how badly they burned and broke me..