Kalinda smied and returned Michael's kiss. Such a simple thing really. A slight touch, a look, a feeling. How she had missed it, these last few years. She went to the watching area with the others, figuring to enjoy the battle. 

Connor grabbed his shield, decided not to, this time around, suit up. It was a hassle, and he could fight just as well in what he was wearing then in his suit. Connor watched as Micahel joined him, and gave him an almost rueful smile. "ready?" He asked, shifting into a position that would enable him to act quickly, and respond, whether to attack or defend, his shield on one arm, his other hand clenching and unclenching as if to feel his own strength. 

Really, he was just itching to start.