The creature he was pitted against was nothing short of his expectations. It was a typical for these beings to encase themselves in metals and ceramics, often in the ill belief that it would prolong one's expiry; but in truth, it would merely prolong a fight between mortals. Such earthen defences were of negligible use against someone who was one with the Earth - and like the opponents before him, LeeRoy would not realise this until he was broken down to his bare fists.

'I don't know whether you have the capacity to understand my manner of speech, or even my language. But I assure you, this shall be a negative experience for you.' Behind his metallic mask, the foe sure had a lot of nerve to show.
"You don't need to tell me that." Trey growled, lowering his eyes and shaking his head. His voice was deep and airy, but held only a slight undertone of malice.
"I am Trey Aragon," was his formal response, despite mimicking LeeRoy's prose to an extent. "Last remaining Conea with some sense of sanity..." at one point Trey could say this with a laugh, but over the years he had almost come to believe it. "...That aside, I don't expect to be extinct any time soon. Let us be quick."

In direct contrast to his words, Trey's start was not a rushed approach, but one which was carefully assessed. His steps were slow, weighted and unjittering, as he moved but a few paces towards the arena's centre. His short feet were lined with claws of a much more reasonable size; they lightly scraped the ground with each step, carving almost effortlessly along the smooth granite floor. 

Trey's sight was not the sharpest, but his innate senses noted the arena's sound architecture; the stone beneath him was rich, as were the columns of standstone within the octagonal arena. Flowing water trickled not too far below, with few hints of it being unnatural in occurrence. He did not bet on it, but it would be satisfying to be able to keep this landmark intact while disposing of his foe. 

Likewise, he barely had to pass a thought to assess LeeRoy's status. The vibration of his own footsteps gave him a clear estimate as to his weight; if anything short of another Conea was suited up inside there, Trey could expect to out-speed it with ease. His hearing and touch both picked up on the withdrawn air, pinpointing its source at the opponent's back; until he knew what purpose it served, he assumed his best course of action was to observe further.

Finally Trey's concentration returned to his main focus, sensing deep into the earth beneath. Energy began to siphon within him, absorbing steadily as he maintained a connection with the ground. Each foot landed solidly before the next step was made, and soon he had drawn himself within forty yards of LeeRoy's position. His right claw remained held in front of his chest, while his left was kept at his side, braced for any stratagem the opponent may attempt to play on him.