It were a good place to start battle. Undisturbed and solemn in its noble silence, the mountains base had everything Ido would need for his skill to shine. Still air, through which he could feel air's most subtle fluctations in pressure and hear for miles across; dry, exhausted soil, littered with chunks of stone and an occasional huge boulder, the grim silhouettes of which stretched far into the distance; and a huge shadow, cast by the gigantic mountain towering above everything else in the arena. Here, nothing could be hidden from the wolf's keen senses, and to top it, he could be as generous with fire as he'd like.

His nose was first to tell him of the two other competitiors in this area, the one closest to Ido carrying the smell of cloth and human flesh, with a slight metal undertone. Stopping too sniff the air a bit more, he carried out his verdict about the second one: a mix of beast and man, just him - or, to be precise, his body. Inspecting them throughly before engaging in battle would be nice, but his own great hieght and the lack of cover gave no opportunity to do so. If they were going towards the mountain, he'd have the chance to trace them for a while, but they seemed to be heading towards the exact same forest Ido had just left, deciding that it were too dangerous to use Kzich there. 

Sheathing his axes, he let out a small sigh, and headed towards the two fighters, the lack of the premeating smell of technology or exeedingly strong magical aura letting him safely assume they were a even match for his power. Aproaching them, Ido folded his arms on his chest and straighened his spine, showing off the intimidating posture of his. After holding out a superbly timed, tastefuly brief pause, he spoke, issuing the two a challenge:"Hey, shorties! Wanna tussle!?"