When the wolves returned to the same training grounds later in the evening there was a definite difference to the morning. There was a large fighting ring. Seats being brought out. There was already a mixture of people that had seemed to come early from outside the estate just to see the show. Both Valentine and Sebastian were toweled down and had their feet cleaned before entering the ring. The clay vials they carried still in hand.  They had to wait til the guest of honor would show. The two seat at opposing sides of the ring. Stretching and giving themselves moments to try and catch their breath after the warm ups and bit of self administered training given to each other.<br/><br/>It did not take long before Martin arrived. And once his arrival was made, the rest of the important crowd began to approach. The King and Queen were the ones following Martin only to have the royal family come in toe. All that the wolves had to go on was the silence that filled the crowd in between the chatter. It was not out of disrespect. Just a sign that the warriors needed to focus on nothing else but their opponent at this very moment.<br/><br/>Martin stood and let his voice be heard over the crowd. Shutting down any form of conversation with "Ladies and Gentlemen from all across Nuverus. We called to bring you all her for a show of strength. The LaCroix and I have come to an agreement of terms and one of them is a token of respect. My token. The gift of a champion. A champion to lead a hand selected number of wolves to protect the royal family as they see them fit and worthy to do so. Now these two men. The two most capable men underneath me. They will work for their favor. Men. You may begin."<br/><br/>Valentine and Sebastian did not rush each other as one would expect when told they were able to begin. Instead they undressed. Removing the shorts around their waist to show their entire bare body. The two popped the tops of their clay containers and began to mark their bodies in signs and figures. Valentine with red pasty ink while Sebastian painted himself in blue. Their eyes shifted. Valentine's bright yellow while Sebastian's an even brighter and clearer blue than he already wore. The markings went from their face,down their neck,arms,chest,abs and groin. The men walked to the center of the ring. Both finishing around roughly the same time. The crowd was hushed. It seemed like there was more confusion in the air among other things. The two wolves nodded to one another before Sebastian swung first.<br/><br/>Valentine was punched straight across the face. The sounds of contact to his flesh ringing as he was hit again and again with his arms staying at his side while the white wolf punched and kicked. Forcing Valentine back towards the edge of the arena but with no sign of his body wavering or losing balance. His body and face moved with the force. His body tensing with each hit but no sign of complete failure just yet.<br/><br/>Valentine quickly found himself pressed back against the wall with Sebastian pleased with his showing. Adding more flare to his punches. Demanding a reaction from the crowd with the cracks of his kicks to Valentine's gut. It looked like a waste to anyone who wanted to see an actual fight. Martin wore an annoyed look expecting something of interest to bring to the LaCroix and instead gaining something like this. It was not til Valentine straightened his gaze after a punch from Sebastian that he began. Throwing his open hand up and striking at the throat of Sebastian hearing a loud hack as Sebastian's body tensed from a need of air.<br/><br/>Valentine kicked at the back of his knee forcing him down on one before uppercutting him and forcing him on his back for a second. The white wolf in blue dazed by the hit and more confused as to why this was not how the fight started. Sebastian quickly found his feet and charged at Valentine. Hoping to drag him down to the floor to see if grappeling would work more in his favor. Valentine's body was unmoving. Instead having the black wolf pick the white wolf up by his waist and slamming him face down against the mat. Positioning himself over him and wrapping his arm around his neck. Finding space underneath as it was very clear that he was losing air and his body was going limp from the pressure. Sebastian kicked and pushed. Trying to get himself clear from Valentine. The whole fight he was focused on impressing while Valentine looked to subdue. Sebastian would not give. He would rather die than be shamed. It was Martin who stood and said "Enough. Your point was proven. This fight is over. The favored wolf. Your winner. And the new head of the LaCroix security."Valentine let go of Sebastian and moved away from his worn down body. Valentine lightly bruised,drenched in sweat with his eyes scanning the crowd the with their bright yellow irises. Focusing on Ellanore for a second before moving on to the rest of the crowd.