All things considered, Shatterstar was doing pretty well. When he was killed by Mephisto, he was fairly certain that he was dead. What being killed meant, after all, but being brought to this place had to be the good thing in all of this. Until they told him he was going into an arena and start killing people, and he was dead certain that he'd been brought back to Mojoworld.

But Mojoworld didn't have gladiator arenas in space. And wasn't called Panem, whatever that was. Shatterstar was not used to this whole fighting in space thing, but he'd spent enough time fighting that he figured he would be just fine in this world. There had still been no sign of Rictor, though, but he had to put aside thoughts of his boyfriend and if he was okay if he had to make it through this arena.

And then he didn't see anyone. He'd fought off more then a few of those evil space dogs, but he hadn't seen people, which should have worried him. Shatterstar didn't do well with worrying. He had a hard time coming up with the feeling of being worried, so he wasn't entirely sure if he should be. Especially when he saw a shadow of what could be a person.

It said something that his inner voice sometimes spoke in Spanish. "No need to concern yourself with my name." That sounded pretty good actually, very mysterious. "It's Shatterstar." And then it got ruined, and he wished for his swords. He felt better with having them in his hand.

"Who are you?"