The man knew how to move, that much was clear from his skillful evasion of Lobo's opening strike. Lobo returned the nod in kind, remaining otherwise still, primed for movement, bow ready to draw. And then all was white. He'd registered the movement as the man's hand closed around a fistful of canvas, and then that very same canvas had erupted before him, rolling in a wave across the ring. His legs already partially chambered, it was a simple matter for Lobo to leap upwards and back, clearing the whiplash of canvas before landing on the turnbuckle behind him. 

The wild display earned naught but an irritated snort from Lobo as he lowered his bow momentarily, taking in the destruction. He'd formed no opinion of his opponent when he'd first seen the man, but they'd each of them just made their first impressions. The ring was to be respected; to deface it so was to disgrace the contest, and so it was now clear that Gonad was every bit the barbarian he seemed to be. Still, he was no Rudo, and had not earned the appropriate response.  Still, the nature of the contest had become painfully clear... and that was just fine with Lobo. 

Leaping back onto the cage, Lobo braced against the metal grating as he drew back to fire again. The string drew black, wreathed in crimson flame as five red arrows materialized, nocked within his grip. He sprang forward, crossing the length of the cage in midair as he fired again, showering Gonad and his immediate vicinity with a scattered spread. These arrows would explode on impact, their flash of heat and flame fading as rapidly as it had come. Bouncing off of the cage over Gonad's head, Lobo sprang back the opposite direction, twisting in the air to land dead in the center of the ring in a horse stance, bow held out before him in his right hand, his left hand hovering near his chin, palm facing downward.