"From a cunt," Faelan snarled, the desire to beat his ass growing stronger. Faelan knew this level of confidence. Vince would make a great Foundation member, with how far his head was stuck up his own ass. Despite the fact they were working for a demon, the throwback to earth wasn't a welcome one. Even though he hadn't even been invited, the demon in front of them was quickly wearing out his welcome. Faelan just wanted to enjoy his damn lunch which was already hard enough considering it was shitty demon grub meant to appease an arena's worth of demons. If the food itself was bearable, being this open in front of so many demons hardly was.<br/><br/>The smug way Shula showed off her bond was actually inspiring to Faelan, she'd caught on to what he was doing. Oddly enough, most demons seemed to back off when they realized the pants they were trying to rip off were already occupied. The few that didn't, like the ogre Faelan cleaved in two when they first got here, well, they were dealt with promptly in similar manners. Although neither one had lost a fight, it seemed like they weren't going to be moving up any time soon, in fact, they were mostly fighting the demons that were pretty close in arena 'ranks' anyway. The room fit them well enough, more so then the mats in the floor above them. The arena was starting to get to him a little, because he was starting to wonder how nice Vince's room was.