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Startled out of his fearful reverie, the otherworldly eyes of Michael zeroed in on the corgyn.*So he isn't going to ambush me.*He breathed a sign of relief. "I am just fine 'Billy', and a good day to you, no doubt you know I will be your opponent." Normally he would have immediately attacked the dog creature upon hearing its voice, but something about the way it perked up and barked reminded him of a dog he had taken in years past. "I suppose we should be getting to it, no point in standing around and talking, that can always be done after the fight. Shedding his cow-hide trenchcoat and letting his battered wings extend to their full width, wincing as they did so.
Michael sized up his opponent and was immediately the utter opposite of impressed, this being had entered the tournament out of necessity, not sport. He would feel bad for this. All gods above! He didn't know if he would even be able to assault the little guy. Maybe a blow to the small of his head would knock him unconscious and end the fight without too much of a struggle. He started forward, breaking into s sprint and leapt into the air above, intending to make a head over heels tumble and strike the corgyn in the back of his head with his booted ankle, and preparing to catch his balance in case it was blocked.