Vince begrudgingly took the mans hand, face set into a scowl. He looked unnaturally serious compared to the demeanor he displayed upon first meeting Faelan and Shula. "To be fair, I haven't really<i> wanted</i>to leave until now." He replied, putting his human hand back at his side. He glanced at Shula, looking thoughtful.<br/><br/>"Like I said, the little bitch likes to jinx the fights. Tips it in the champions favor- who is her brother by the way." He added, popping his neck and taking a seat on the floor. "She's the one who brewed that little potion she slips into peoples drinks when they're not paying attention. She's adept in alchemic potion making, hexes, and curses. She brews acidic and strength potions for her brother but her biggest hand up is being able to put curses on people through verbal spells. She favors spells that curse contestants with bad luck once they look like they're starting to pull through but I've observed her using flash spells, nausea inducers, and even paralyses if she gets desperate enough. However, through fights that I've seen, her magic needs a clear line of sight to be able to work." He stated, reciting the information like he kept a mental ledger.<br/><br/>"If we're going to succeed at all we'll need to obscure the vision in the arena." Vince pointed at Shula, who was starting the get the gist of what he was getting at. "That's where I think you'll come in handy. Your a class A draconic, right? Or half Drake?"<br/><br/>Shula didn't fancy being called by the foundations terms but at this point she gathered it was the best way that the foundation apparently cataloged information. "Yes." She answered, sounding slightly agitated. "Bronze dragon if you want to know the specifics…" She added. Vince nodded, confirming his suspicions.<br/><br/>"Good- potent fire is what we need. Can you make smoke?" He asked. "In large quantities?"<br/><br/>"I can make smoke, yes, but I've really only focused on making fire. I'm not really sure I'd be able to make enough to smoke out an entire arena."<br/><br/>Vince scratched his chin, attempting to think of a possible solution. "Let's see...Do you have glands in your throat that produce fire or is your fire magically based?" He asked.<br/><br/>Shula raised an eyebrow. "A bit of both...?" She stated. "I don't really think about it much...but have glands that produce an explosive substance that need to be released but I don't know if it's activated by the use of anything else or just instinctual magic that I use as it's released. I'm a hybrid so it could really be anything. Not like I've been to a proper doctor recently- or one that cared to explain anything to me."<br/><br/>"Then let's practice a bit..." Vince replied, smiling. "Meet in the training room tomorrow bright and early. We're going to experiment a little." With that he sat back up, taking his leave.<br/><br/>There was a large expanse of silence. "Thanks for letting me have a fucking say in all of this." Shula snapped, glaring at Faelan.