It took Trixi a moment to translate, at least crudely, what the man had stated. Her head tilted in confusion for a moment while she ticked through what she assumed was gibberish and realized he was answering her last question, instead of considering her request earlier. She sighed quietly at the display but concluded he wasn’t going to make this easy. This meant she wasn’t required to hold back either as she pulled down her jacket further off her shoulders, discarding the dropped item with her right foot into the nearest wall. 

She didn’t want the jacket overheating her during the match, her skin feeling the heat brushing against her skin while the magma pools casted them both in an orangish light. The lacking of it also increased her mobility in her arms. Trixi was hoping, deep in her mind, she wasn’t going to regret removing her jacket later if this large guy pulled a blade from somewhere unexpected like the last one. Through being naked made that very, very hard. 

Inhaling slowly, Jake’s, her martial arts instructor, voice rang in her mind for the first time since this competition started. [i]"The second you hesitate is the second you die. [u]You must never hesitate.[/u]"[/i] he said in a serious tone, reminding her that just because this man was unarmed didn’t mean he was helpless. 

Besides, her last fight against the ‘werewolf’ in a man’s skin proved not everyone was as they seemed in this tournament. 

Caution on her mind, her right hand reached for one of her batons. She slipped it through the straps, and grasped the handle before she pulled it out of the holder and snapped it out to its full length. She left her other hand open however. “Alright, let’s get this over with then.”

She saw little point in talking anymore causing her to move instead. Her right foot pulled forward as she started to cut the distance down in a steady walk toward Gonad, decreasing the 5 ½ yards between them at her own pace. Her body trying to keep a far distance between the pit's wall and the magma pool bubbling nearby. Trixi’s hands began to charge with her electrical energy, her eyes pulsed with excitement and promise of pain caused her to smirk. She let the faint, pleasant tingling start down her arm, focused into her palms, and then her fingers where if it was allowed to continue would create a charge in her left hand and the baton for later use.