Roxas didn't really have anything to do that day so he just decided to follow Ophelia around. Turns out she wanted to fight as well. He didn't really know how to feel about it since the last woman in his life died in a fight. Different circumstance though. After a second of thinking about it he dashed that thought from his head and knew she was going to win. Well, that was the hope at least. Once Ophelia left to grab her daggers and get ready, Roxas ran up to the arena and grabbed a seat in the front row. He had to push a few people out of the way, but lets be honest, who's going to mess with him after his "show" the day before. 

Roxas could't wait until Ophelia came out to fight. He was rooting for her all the way. Roxas knew the guy she was fighting. He's hunted with him once before and he knew what he could do. 'She's got a challenge ahead of her for sure, but she can do it. She almost took me down and that was only for food.' He thought to himself. 

Once the fight broke out, Roxas well cheering Ophelia on. He was happy to see her fighting. Once she was pinned down though he got a little knot in his stomach. 'Shit there goes another outfit.' He thought as the sword ripped through Ophelia's clothes. 'Guess that means more shopping after.' He laughs to himself then starts to cheer her on again.