[@Doc Doctor]

Lobo Negro de las Cinco Llamas had come to the ring first, through the dry ice fog and the pyro, beneath the pulsing neon lights set in time to the belting hard rock of his entrance theme. He'd struck his trademark posed on the ramp, climbed into the ring to play the crowd, posing in the ropes as was the role, the performance, the job. And it was a job as good as any other, an assignment given by the Luchalliance, to face the bearded man at the opposite end of the ring. And so the announcements were made, the fighters called, all while the Black Wolf waited in the opposite corner, leaned against the ropes with his back to his opponent, head down, the heel of his right foot tapping restlessly against the canvas.

As the cage lowered, he turned around, snatching the Moon Hunter from where he'd laid it against the ring ropes and raising the weapon to take aim. Knees slightly bent, legs shoulder-width apart, balanced on the balls of his feet, it was impossible not to feel the energy, the focus of the bearded man before him.  In response, Gonad would receive a like response: a steeled resolve, a burning spirit. Performance it may be, assignment or not, there was an art to what took place in the ring here. Even the Rudo he hunted understood that much, so must the man who stood before him now, and if by some chance he did not, he would. 

Black flames erupted around Lobo Negro as he drew back his hand, stringing up the bow and nocking an arrow in a single motion as they materialized within his grip, the string a brilliant silver, the arrow a sickly violet as he fired, aiming not for the unusually named Gonad but for the turnbuckle behind him. As it flew the arrow spun, spreading a thick, toxic sheet of violet flames across the canvas that had bled off of the projectile completely by the time it hd traveled half the distance of the ring before dissipating. Its payload expended, the arrow itself would continue its flight either into Gonad’s chest, center mass, or else into the top turnbuckle should he avoid it. In either case it had spread a toxic carpet of flames across Lobo Negro's half of the ring, an equally toxic smoke rising from the canvas.