Jason glared at the stadium walls and then noticed a girl standing there. He walked up his wings spreading indignantly. "You're not thinking of going in there are you," he asked glaring at the stadium with pure hatred in his eyes. "That place is a place of killing! Of murder!" He hated the place, it was obvious. He had been a competetor once... He had hated every minute of it! But finally he'd had enough and stole his freedom! He had hated the place ever since! The scars on his chest hurt some still from his last fight. He'd been called the Winged Wolf-man. because he was the only creature they had found that was able to shift into the form of what he had called a wolf... And he was winged. He had never been cought and was taking a risk coming this close today but it was a risk he had to take!