I’m dying.

A muscular man with spiky black hair and a red headband stands in a fighting stance on a tiled platform, his expression shifting from intense focus to a brief, surprised look as he bares his teeth, then he raises a red-gloved fist. The scene cuts to a green-skinned, horned figure with purple eyes and a confident smirk, who leans forward and then moves closer to the camera, filling the frame. The setting is an outdoor area with snow-capped mountains in the background and a tall, grey monolith to the right.