Do you hear it? The screams of Gacha salt?
Todo SawlHe could have went hard on this meal... But he decided to be nice and polite, last thing he wanted was to be rude and insult the guests with his piggish side. Though deep inside he knew... he could wait for leftovers... There were lots at the end of the day... Food had to go somewhere right? better than wasting it if its still edible.. Ah, but.. for now anyways.
But.. it was time.
"I'm more or less a side show, played up for the crowd. But there is some degree of proper fighting to be had. Sometimes I even win on a good day." the pig man was not the strongest by far, but he certainly looked to have weight behind him.
"Weaponry is decided at the start of each match, provided by the house or by the warrior in question. Only mostly their props or blunt, so its not often... Same to be said with armor. Typically its the first to fall on their back, or submit.. Its immoral and.. Decidedly inefficent to go to the death." he spoke of it, but seemed abit nervous nonetheless about the whole ordeal.
"I believe I shall excuse myself my lady. i need to get dressed for the occasion.. And sew that hole in the mask..." he scratched his hog nose, giving a bow before retreating. "I shall tell the others to prepare the viewing area as well madam." and with a dutiful bow he slipped out, his sillhouette showing him quickly speaking to somebody, before they disappeared.