Yuma's beady little eyes stared down at the two, never blinking, never looking away. Glowy wolf wasn't doing half-bad, but this was not its element. They faced a creature of raw strength and finesse. A creature who even after being pushed off managed to land with such power and grace that its status couldn't be contested.

"The battle is over. The winner is obvious." the albino aye-aye spoke, his gaze and expression completely unchanged. "You wandered into the wrong competition glowing dog, the magic circle is over that way."

Yuma's strangely proportioned fingers pointed a short way into the distance where another circle had been constructed, doubtlessly by one of the gembound that had been duped into setting things up for everyone else. Or perhaps the setup gembound had liked doing the work, Yuma himself had derived some degree of interest from being a janitor after all. Plus, the circles might have made for a similar pastime as making corpse artwork.

Now Yuma halfway wished he'd volunteered to set up.

"The big kitten wins, because they actually know how to fight."