Luther gives his head a shake, trying to combat the adrenaline still thudding in his veins.

"If I wanted to put on a show, I'd check out one of those underground Fight Nights." Honestly, not a bad idea. "Not a lot of places out there where you can just... I needed to wreck shit. I don't, usually. Have to be careful training, even if there's nothing to train for."

His thoughts just crumble at the end, and he sinks to sit on a large, still whole slab of concrete. The chunk in his hands gets squeezed and worked until it turns to chalky dust, eventually drifting free.