As the others stepped into the arena, I followed last, my writhing tentacles slithering over the broken columns in the path, often leaving an acrid green muck over them in the passing. As I reach the position on Aurion's side, I keep enough distance from him. As my style makes use of my large size and range. My belly gives a little growl as I look at the opponents with a smirk, taking on my more malicious arena persona. I really can't decide which I want to eat more.