"Hey Fen! Where's the prosthetic?" Axel asked.<br/><br/>"It's in the repairs. The hand got rusted a bit." Fenrir said.<br/><br/>"So, you're Cain. You look a little green in the gills are you okay?" The Sabertooth member asked, looking at Cain who was staring at him with a jealous look.<br/><br/>"Oh no, peachy keen, Axel. Just bright and happy." Cain responded. Beltharion spoke to him from within his mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Partner, cool your head. There's no need to be jealous. This is your teenage wiles getting to ya. If you still got beef, settle it at the tournament. Be suave, smooth, confident."</span></span>the dragon advised.<br/><br/>"So Moriko too? I heard you two were an item now, which is great! She's been eyeing you for awhile." Axel said, continuing the conversation. "Also, You still got that crazy style in which you swap various swords at each swing?"<br/><br/>"I require two hands but yes. Yes I do." Fenrir said with a grin. "I wonder when Draco's gonna get back."