“You know Sovereign, I'm still contemplating how you successfully managed to drag me here. I could be tending to my woodlands right now had it not been for your hair-brained idea.”

“Honestly Kri, your pun is unappreciated.” 

A faint giggle snaked from the woman's general direction.

“But to answer your question--”, Sovereign continued. “--[i]Charm[/i] did it. You're fond of me and I of you. It's a mutual friendship if anything,” the werewolf stretched his arms and legs out, his crimson eyes briefly extending up to sweep across his patron's unyielding visage as the muscles and tendons in his monstrous form rearranged themselves. “And besides, if you wanted to depart from these games, you could easily do so. No one's holding you here, so it's undoubtedly obvious that you seek to remain here for one reason or another. Perhaps, Kri, you enjoy the sight of mortal creatures engaging in senseless acts of bloodshed and carnage? Maybe you long to socialize with other heavenly creatures worthy of your status?”

[i]Oh hush[/i] was Kri's meager answer. She focused on the heated conflict raging between Mifune and Herriman. Within a few short moments however, the battle ended, the two combatants---both still alive and relatively unharmed--departing the arena. Afterwards, a series of magical spells reconfigured the field into its former arrangement.

The announcer concluded his introduction of the two newest fighters, which induced Sovereign to bid Kri farewell. 

It wasn't long before Sovereign found himself standing in the arena proper. From the perspective of the onlookers and from his soon-to-be rival, he presented himself as relatively plain in his outward appearance. No weapons or armor and no obvious magical effects accompanied him save for his claws and the rows of dagger-like teeth that lined his inner maw. His tail swished lazily at his rear.