Jacob walked down a long hallway once again, escorted by two guards who held his shackles and Lieutenant Matthews who walked ahead of them. Jacob wanted so badly to shift some claws and tear these guards to shreds and then make Matthews beg for his life, but unfortunately his shackles prevented him from doing that.<br/><br/>"Your next opponent is called Desmond Underdog," Matthews said, assuming that Jacob was listening, "he is a young man who is stuck walking around in a crutch..."<br/><br/>Jacob looked at his two armed escorts, they were looking blankly forward as if Matthews was not talking. He wished his father would at least provide him with guards he could have a conversation with, he would rather not listen to Matthews's voice. Then again, he was giving useful information.<br/><br/>"Desmond has a weird mutation that I cannot explain to you in words, lets just say it is messy. You will see it for yourself. So far Desmond has not lost a match and it would be in both of our best interests if you would try and not die." Matthews added a slight sneer to the last few words of that sentence, Jacob didn't like it.<br/><br/>"Why are you telling me all of this?" Jacob asked, curious.<br/><br/>"Because your father values you more than the other subjects, he would prefer that you do not die, it takes quite the effort just to bring you back. As I have said before, Desmond should be just as fierce in the test as you are. Whether you live or die isn't really a concern to me, but it is a concern to your father, and your father is supplying the military with research on you freaks for us to use, so I am better off making sure that he is happy and content."<br/><br/>"Whatever, just stay out of my way, I don't care if you live or die either." Jacob said tonelessly.<br/><br/>Matthews laughed a little and pressed a button on the wall, the door to the battle test chamber opened and artificial lighting lit the gravel floor as Jacob stepped in. The guards unshackled him and closed the door behind him as he entered. He looked upon a young teenage boy with a crutch. He didn't look that intimidating, though the white hair put Jacob off a little. That was definitely not normal. His age also put him off a little, Jacob had never fought a combatant so young before, though he would have to shut off this sentimentality and just fight.<br/><br/>Jacob looked at Desmond for a bit, taking him in and then spoke.<br/><br/>"Ready to entertain these jackasses or should we just have light conversation and see if it pisses them off?"