This was it; the final round. The otter felt no sense of achievement for being here, as his last round had been won on a technicality. But here, at least, he had another chance. He'd really, really stuffed it up last time. His performance had been a joke. And that meant, the stakes for this match were higher than ever! He needed to prove that he was worthy of being a demon hunter! Prove to those he sought to protect that he was the one!

Sitting atop a rock, Eira's vibrant red eye glared out, a blank look searching for his next foe.

He was ready. He would make things better this time. He would take them down; glory and reveration awaited him! Just this last hurdle remained, a hurdle from whom he patiently awaited his challenge.

@Ghost