Rayne's perturbed expression at how unsuccessful the attempted diplomatic solution was quickly changed to tightly controlled horror once Sasha stepped in.  He didn't so much as breathe as the barbarian woman gave them a piece of her mind.  Part of it had to do with the intensity of her words, but most of it came with the realization of just how spectacularly horrible things could turn out.  It was The Sultry Claw after all, the clan of savage catgirls whose territory they resided within and who would never forget such contempt to their power.  Rayne did not like the implications that came with the notion of fighting two enemies who were hiding in plain sight and his tail twitched nervously as a result.<br/><br/>Surely the catgirls could see the merit in having an arena on their turf, especially one that was being run by a group that isn't directly tied to their guild.  Such a thing would make it easier for them to rig fights and hedge bets from the sidelines since it's well known that catgirls aren't good when it comes to gambling without cheating.  All the while, they get to see unadulterated acts of violence for when they aren't feeling up to the task of starting it themselves.  Of course, now was in no way the time for that to be brought up since Sasha had likely pushed matters to a breaking point.  Now it was just a matter of seeing where the chips fell.  Rayne was acutely aware that he had already begun gathering his will to unleash whatever hell he could in the defense of his friends.