The Arm Wrestling Gamble

"Are you seriously calling me one-eyed?" I ask again, striding menacingly towards him.

Now, my once amethyst eye is blood-red, with a mist of dark aura swirling around it, while my left eye burns like it's on fire under the eyepatch.

But suddenly, a thought flashes through my mind, causing me to break into a bright smile as my demeanor returns to normal.

"You arrogant kid, think you can take me on? Muahahaha!" The burly man bursts into intense laughter, revealing a set of brown, dirty teeth.

[Geez! This guy probably hasn't brushed his teeth in over a decade! I bet he's not getting any kisses from the ladies! Not that dog girl again!]

Calm down, buddy. That's the power of money. Besides, who said I was going to kiss her?

Focusing on the man, I continue to flash him a smile until I'm right in front of him, standing about a meter away.