Liquid's used to the no-weapons fights, often a way to weed out those that can't get by without a little assistance. He's never been in one of these so big before, though, and he also hangs back a bit, just to wait for the herd to thin.

Besides, someone seems to be making a fuss. And when he sees who it is, he couldn't look more amused if he tried. And the other fighters are too busy with each other to notice one of the slaveowners is right in the match with them.

Fine. Liquid'll deal with this, then pick up the pieces.

"What's the problem?" he asks as he approaches him, voice far too calm. The sort of calm that really means something.

"Don't tell me you can't even hold your own. Someone so... prestigious should certainly have some combat experience, am I right?"

Oh, this is going to be fun.