As if in answer the demon laughed, smashing his club on the ground for show as he raised his arms, screaming to the crowd as their cheers grew louder. He was a large man, with greenish skin and sharp rows of teeth that protruded from his lips. He wore leather armor and not much else, his muscles bulging as he hauled the club up to smash it on the ground again. He was all about theatrics- the screaming of the crowd spurred him on as he bellowed again, his eyes on Fealan now.<br/><br/>Shula was looking out the barred window now, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed in slight worry. If Fealan could take her on she had no doubt he could beat this man in the ground but it was still a fear of hers. If he got hurt bad enough she'd probably feel it too. She was thankful for the intervention. The dragon wouldn't have any problem putting someone through a wall but the action touched her a little. She barley had time to react before Fealan had been all over the guy.<br/><br/>The woman crossed her arms, a smirk gracing her face as she looked at the two men in the ring. A thought rang through her head, 'Cut his fucking head off." A part of her hoped the sentiment reached Fealan. As if on cue the unnamed combatant rushed forward, heaving his club over his shoulder and following up with a hefty swing aimed right a Fealan. A demon beside Shula snickered, scratching his chin.<br/><br/>"No way that fuckin' pipsqueak lands a hit on Brog- that damn sword is as big as he is..."