It was a hard face to read. The foremost four eyes narrowed, while the smallest four widened and Some cocked his head to the side. He drew back slightly, just an inch, as he thought. It wasn't a bad idea. He wished he'd had it himself, his first arena.

His was not a tactical mind, and he knew the watchers had noticed that by now.

"... I do not want them thinking I am willing to take life, now that I have slipped once," he hissed, through only the upper of his two mouths. "And I have more blood to spare than you." Which was certainly true; if he stood on his hind feet, he'd be nearly twice as tall as any human.