Cú was stunned. Simultaneously cursing and praising the captain in his mind, he slowly gripped the captain's arms, making sure to show him retracting his claws. Sliding the Villanianian down to the floor, he gently let go of her limbs, before crossing his arms. In his mind he was praising her for her bravery and her plan to fight on her own terms. The colder side was deriding her for her stupidity and her plan. The new plan would rely on Cú becoming a figure head for her, perhaps helping her outside the ring. A better solution than the original sure, but it was still risky.
As he mulled over the change, an idea began to form on his head. It was a ridiculous idea, but one that might work in the Captain's favor. Settling on a neutral expression, he nodded his assent, before speaking softly to the Villianian, "What if I were to fight alongside you? Beta clones are more or less bred from the same genetic stock, so DNA tests and verification would be useless, as there are more than thousands of other Teufelshunde Beta clones in prison." Raising a hand to his face, Cú flexed slightly and sprang his black claws from his finger tips, "And I believe that fifteen years of combat experience would be a boon in the pits."
As he mulled over the change, an idea began to form on his head. It was a ridiculous idea, but one that might work in the Captain's favor. Settling on a neutral expression, he nodded his assent, before speaking softly to the Villianian, "What if I were to fight alongside you? Beta clones are more or less bred from the same genetic stock, so DNA tests and verification would be useless, as there are more than thousands of other Teufelshunde Beta clones in prison." Raising a hand to his face, Cú flexed slightly and sprang his black claws from his finger tips, "And I believe that fifteen years of combat experience would be a boon in the pits."
