Just the sound of Goro's neck cracking is... well, massive. The sound of that, something so minor- something as unconsidered as that- is louder than most of the ambient sounds of the bar, and the hush that falls over the other fighters is profound- some of them slipping under the rope rather than actually fight the monster of a man that appeared.

It should be. And they should withdraw. Most of them have no business fighting anyone that knows what they're doing, let alone him.

Goro, to everyone within the bar, is a giant- with a form as unyielding as stone, what looks like... an actual skull... on his loincloth, and of course, there's the arms. Each of his four fists is easily the size of Cloud's head.

Is he a monster?
At first, he thinks yeah. He must be. And it's not the first time he's fought under a lack of rules to prohibit monsters from an arena. But then he reconsiders. Goro speaks and... monsters don't do that. They're not possessive of any grasp of language and this man(?) seems well-spoken bordering on flowery. His eyes flick up to him. All the way up to him- now that he's standing before him he's waist height at best. There's a long way for them to go to meet his face- and they linger there for a long while.

He says nothing. His eyes perhaps show a faint flicker of a very reasonable fear behind their coldness, but they don't leave his face. Goro's clocked him well enough. Unlike the other fighters, he knows better than to actually show that fear. And as another person moves out of the waiting area...

"Might not need to last."

The competition are dropping like flies. Yet he doesn't move.