The cheers and whispers of the crowd passed in one of Canopus’ ears and out the other. His entire focus was on the foxgirl eyeing him from the arena. He walked silently up the steps and crossed his arms, nearly glaring at her. His attitude didn’t seem to faze her in the least, as she neatly glared right back as he stopped on the other side of the arena.
He looked over her entire body, memorizing how she stood, what muscles she tensed, the movement allowed by her clothing, everything he could just from a rest stance. He nodded. “Are you planning on using that sword?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see won’t you?” she replied.
He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter for the result. I just wanted to give you an appropriate opponent.”
Her eyes narrowed even more, if that was even possible without them closing completely. “You’re right. Won’t change the results.”