"I cannot provide an accurate answer. In a summary, inhabitants in the dojo fight for sport. Though some wish not, and merely stay here for protection. A decent choice. Though sadly that is somewhat squandered by individuals such as myself. I can provide a legitimate reason, though there are others...like Irina. She is part of the reason why this...Dojoville is like this. Though in the end, I do owe somewhat of a debt to her. For she is how I was able to become this." [i]He had explained as best as he could. Then he had demonstrated a bit of his abilities. Ghiaccio started to contort his body, bones snapping and breaking. It was a cringe inducing sight as he now dislocated his upper half to rest on his left hip.[/i] "I can control and manipulate my body down to a cellular level. My prowess is unmatched, since the Pillar Men are dead." [i]Ghio then twisted his body in his cringe inducing way once more, placing his body back in the proper place. Whatever broken bones or crushed organs he had were healed at a shocking rate.[/i] "Those who live here are rather varied, ranging from mere humans to bizarre alien species...even robots." [i]The song had stopped playing, in which Ghiaccio stood still for a moment before walking over to the CD player corpse and choosing through his disks and choosing a more modern song. Killer Queen, by Queen. Ghiaccio then proceeded to move back to his original spot.[/i] "All in all, perhaps one of the many robots might assist you here. Just watch out for the surprise...fight."