Rindheart stepped into the portal and came out into what could most easily be described as a hellish landscape. Raging fire, cracked and jagged rocks, reaching out with his earth magic he felt the ground beneath  wasn't much better in terms of consistency. At least he could avoid stepping onto anything liable to collapse and send him crashing downwards. More importantly however... Rindheart peered forward upon hearing a fearsome yell for him, at first unable to see anything. However upon closer inspection as he made his way forward he could determine that there was a small rat in front of him. Given that rats were likely not native to this region and there was nothing one could only assume this was the creature that had called for him and was his competition. 

Rindheart raised a skeptical eyebrow and approached until he was about 10 of his own footsteps away from the creature. [b]"Are you named Pumpkin?"[/b] He asked cautiously and somewhat incredously. He was to fight a rat? Well he might not be the most impressive combatant but this was surely was an insult of some sort. Though the mouse being here alone spoke of a hidden nature, obviously there was something that deemed it worthy to participate in this tournament. Likely a shape shifter, certainly it must have access to some sort of formidable magic to make up for its size.