Shula threw her legs over the bed, rolling her eyes. Truth be told she hadn't expected to feel so out of the loop in her own "territory" so to say. Then again she hadn't expected to find another foundation member as well. It was unsettling. Uncomfortable. The woman reeled back at the prospect of employing any kind of help from an outside source associated with something they were trying to avoid but at the same time she didn't know what to think. Would this man actually help? Turn against them the moment they were free? Or simply go back on his word and run off when everything was said and done. At this point in time it was hard to tell; Vince seemed as if he genuinely wanted to get out, but there was an air of mischievousness around him that made the Dragon squirm. He reminded her of a dirty Imp.<br/><br/>She wasn't necessarily a fan of giving the spectators a show but for once she didn't mind the prospect of blowing off some steam. Literally and figuratively. Cracking her claws stretching a little bit she sighed, making her way out the door. Maybe Faelan was rubbing off on her, but the thunderous applause that always seeped through the stone walls of the arena sent her blood rushing a bit. No matter what, it always gave her an adrenaline rush before they went out of that arena. After the fight where she had sustained her head injury she was never quite as confident they'd make it out alive.<br/><br/>They were at the large metal doors of the arena soon enough, the roar of the crowd infinitely louder. They didn't know who their opponent would be. One or two? Beast or man? Shula guessed that was part of the excitement. The metal door screeched with effort as it was opened, rust flaking onto the ground as a chain lifted it upwards.