Jason watched Ryder's nails tapping the desk, each tap was like thunder in his ears. When she spoke, he listened jerking a bit when the portrait slid causing a loud screech. The Falcon that was always with his Master flew over head, he watched it settle on Ryder's shoulder before bringing his gaze back to the corner of her desk.<br/><br/>He looked up when Ryder addressed him. He remembered the money she had given his father, it had been enough to support them for years. When she mentioned that there weren't a lot of humans in the arena, he nodded not trusting his voice.<br/><br/>When she turned her gaze to the other Fighter with him, Jason let out a breath. How was he going to fight against who-knows-what and win? He didn't want to disappoint Ryder, but at the moment it didn't seem like the odds were with him.<br/><br/>Jason looked back to Ryder, she was telling them to speak. He cleared his throat before starting. "I am both hard-working and strong, so if I fight against someone stronger then I, I can out do them with endurance." He was telling the truth, working hours in the fields could build up endurance in anyone. "I'm also good with hand-to-hand combat, if that counts any." Jason was searching himself for any other bit of information that may get him the spot.