"I like how we get five minutes to get ready for this fight and you cut your hair." Faelan still wasn't awake, but the adrenaline was doing wonders to wake him up. Thinking about it, him and Shula hadn't really been able to fight anything together since they'd been training in the Foundation. And calling that training would be an insulting to the practice. Sam basically had them on a regiment where they were just barely keeping their skills polished. It almost worried him how little experience the two of them shared. He hoped that she didn't get in the way. By themselves, Faelan could probably handle both, but if he had to try and protect her too...<br/><br/>The path to the arena was always a weird silent walk, unlike the Foundation's pit, there wasn't anyone briefing him on the fight. No one handing him his gun, a whetstone, too much paperwork. Instead, he just walked forward knowing that the demon inside wanted his spot  or his reputation. Faelan was hardly complaining about it though, it was actually vaguely enjoyable. The kills were already pretty easy, most of the demons here seemed like the kind of scum that got tricked into this because they wanted a piece of the sheep.<br/><br/>Stepping ever closer to the arena, Faelan could feel himself getting hyped, the light tingle starting to buzz as his magic started to burn his arm. He started to wonder if the demons intended for this battle to be a bloody one. While they were uncommon, most of the non-lethal fights were the ones the guards forced participants into. The arena doors loomed before them as Shula and him were ushered in, and he could see the other too. The crow demon seemed almost angelic, with a large set of black wings and a lean, long body. The only thing that seemed to throw off the angelic look was the hideous head, a mixture of vague humanoid features accented by it's more crow-like nature. The hulking beast besides it looked like a monitor lizard that figured how to walk upright and joined weight lifting classes. Relatively bigger than the crow and even Faelan, it looked bulky and powerful, but slow.<br/><br/>"So you two," the horned demon called from above, gesturing to the demons, "Since you didn't start the fight, you get to set the conditions on when it ends. Submission or death?" The horned demon was hardly done bellowing out when the crow screeched out something Faelan couldn't make out, but the crowd busted into cheer, and the horned demon's grin gave it away. "To the death it is then."