He was already winding down, and nodded at their request to stop. He had a hunch that they wanted some personal attentions, again, just like the cats they were based on, but he honestly didn't mind too much. He had a hunch this fight was going to be more harrowing than any fight but the one that had earned him a medal of honor, and only because he wouldn't keep getting flanked during the course of the battle. So unwinding was a good idea.<br/><br/>He was up early the next day, well before dawn, mostly from nerves. This was going to be the first pitched battle he had been in since his arrival, and naturally he was having a sensible reaction to the impending fight. He paced outside the room, slowly and quietly so not to wake the women, and checked his equipment again for the umpteenth time. He was a bundle of nervous energy, but he couldn't stretch with the women still out. Let them sleep, he had gribbles to deal with.