Adjusting his armor, the 5'5 Hannibal grabbed his claymore and walked onto the sands of the arena, immediately hearing laughs and boos at his presense. Of course, he couldn't blame them, what with his being an anthromorphic mouse walking into a fight with an anthromorphic cat.<br/><br/>Well, half-mouse anyways. See, his father was a mouse, and his mother a naga. How they met, noone knows, but what is known is that his father didn't live too long after his conception.<br/><br/>A passing glance would tell anyone he was a mouse, what with the pink nose, large round ears, worm-like tail, and white-fur covered body. But closer expection revealed slitted eyes, a belly covered with tan scales, as was his tail, and the fangs often proved a dead giveaway.<br/><br/>Looking over at Hale, he dug the blade of his claymore into the sand and knelt down, head lowered as a personal sign of respect before getting to his feet.<br/><br/>Turning to the Royal Watch, he raised his claymore into the air and said "We who are about to die salute you!" before turning to face Hale.