Sigh. Well, here he was in the arena, with no possible way to turn back. Still, Baron was right – these were just friendly matches (for the most part), more akin to sparring than anything resembling the bloodshed he was used to. He just had to think of the tournament in such terms, and he'd be fine... hopefully. "You'd better know what you're doing, Rabbit," the Leader mumbled to himself, pacing as he waited for his opponent to arrive.
Eventually he noticed a Lucain enter the field and, recalling that his opponent was indeed a 'Cain, supposed that the battle had begun. "En garde!" he shouted as he charged forward, striking out at the canine with his claws.
