Fuchsia waved at the newcomer as he appeared on a platform across the arena. "Oh hi there!" Fuchsia said, loudly."You´re my teammate, huh?" He moved his hellzooka as unthreatingly as he could from his front to his back, signifying that he had no hostile intentions. But not before kissing it and whispering "Hellzooka, find me a strong soul." in infernal. He turned his head and continued speaking to his opponent "Confused? You and me both. Apparantly, two latecomers joined the tournament, so our dearest host changed the match typings from classic 1v1 to.. well.. classic 2v2." - He was, of course, pulling shit out of his ass, but the guy facing him looked human, and if there was one thing Fuchsia knew from experience, it was that humans were extremely gullible. His Hellzooka started charging, silently, searching for a strong soul roaming the realms infernal, while held gently along his back with his tail. Unless the seemingly human man was able to sense the hellish magic at work with his mind, or whatever, he should, hopefully, be left unaware of the current state of the weapon. Heck, chances were, it was nothing like he had ever seen before. 

The demon child remained vigilant, however. The man could still be brutally violent by nature, and not much of a conversationalist.. Which would be unfortunate. Fuchsia would not be caught off-guard by such, if that was the case Still. A charade was the most entertaining way out. Gullible fool. "They should be here any minute now. What´s your name, friend?"