It was with a bored and casual eye that Slade watched the fight before him. Though he was hardly the only one that would be hesitant to actually call it a fight. Not with the way that Queen seemed to be toying with Pim.

Which honestly wasn’t all [i]that[/i] impressive in his mind. Pim was sloppy enough to be called an amateur in Slade’s opinion. He had students in his classes that were better then this chump. Only two to be fair, and one of which he had personally trained. But that was neither here nor there, nor was Slade in any mood to cut Pim any sort of slack.

Queen, admittedly, was at least proving that she was at least a decent fighter. Foundation of Bagua Zhang, with touches of Silat, Tai Chi, and he would put odds on Capoeira as well. Though it was hard to be sure with Pim just being terrible at any sort of striking.

Slade had more or less written off the ‘sparing’ and was about to turn away. When he noticed the shift in tone coming from Queen. 

Be even then he was almost too late to watch what came next.

‘Was that seven or eight?’ He mused to himself as the crowed shouted cheers or complaints depending on if they won or lost money on side bets. Not that Slade cared for the money. No, he was much more interested in Queen. He had written this public spectacle off, and not really worth his time. But now he was curious. Did he miss the first kick she launched, because he was already turning away, or was she just that fast?

He wanted to know.

“I’ll accept the fight.” He said, passing off his still unopened can of beer to who ever was next to him, and stepping forward. “Slade Wilson.” He would add as he rolled up his sleeves his attention more on Queen then Jake as he did. Watching and analyzing her.

Various people in the crowd had gone suddenly, and shockingly silent. Staring at Salde as he entered the ring. They were the ones who knew him by name, or even face. But there were enough to catch the attention of those that didn’t. 

His next words got everyone’s attention.

“Call sign,” He would give a cruel smile. “Deathstroke.”