The Mime finally lost his patience and backed up from the blind swordsman...least he assumed he was a swordsman, not many cut their thumb when swinging a blade about. Grumbling in utter silence the Homonculous' vision turned to the spectators...he hadn't noticed them before, but then he had only noticed the Wolf when it began approaching, as he walked towards them, barely even scuffing the powder covering the ground with those claws. A note was jotted down and then shown to the on-lookers, a rather simple, though fancily written note.
I was told my opponent is a man named Uukan Kamari for a tournament...if that is him could you please get his attention?
He gave a glance back to his possible opponent and could not get the feeling out of him that this would either be rather dull...or rather unpredictable...he could always poke the swordsman once then just jump away and wait for him to fall in exhaustion.