Cynbel was not at all pleased about how casually Canis had insulted his worth as a warrior. He had trained since he was old enough to hold a sword and had seen many a man fall to his sword and now suddenly he knew nothing? Who was this man to decide such a thing and more importantly how could he even come to the conclusion without ever having seen Cynbel himself fight. Determined to prove the man wrong Cynbel watched the two fights that took place eagerly, absorbing as much as he could. Both Doctores were obviously extremely skilled, being both incredibly fast and strong. Despite their obvious skill Cynbel was still confident that he could best them, or at least hold his own in a fight against one of them. The dance and crazy chanting that the giant foreign man made a show of right before fighting was pretty damn interesting too, although Cynbel doubted it's usefulness and relevance outside of the man’s own culture. Finally two fights were over and done with and Cynbel had seen what he wanted to see. Along with another woman he too stepped fourth.

“I will not carry the regret of letting this opportunity pass me by. I too wish to fight.” Cynbel spoke confidently, holding faith in years of combat experience.