Having now opted for a gray t-shirt, tan cargo pants, and a pair of hiking boots in lieu of the suit he had been so rudely whisked away in, Arthur trekked through the forest at an easy pace, keeping a wary eye out for both the other fighters and a suitable location to begin his preparations anew. He'd encountered three other fighters since leaving the mountain, though none meriting any significant remark. Two fled on sight, and the third was removed from play with a single blow. If he had been capable of experiencing genuine emotion, he might have been disgusted by them. Instead, he simply dealt with the ones that needed dealing with and moved on, searching the forest for either a cave, or a building with a sufficiently large basement.