To be frank, that arrogant, assuming demeanor within the young woman had, perhaps, prompted the were-King all the more to push her within that ring, even if it was not a birthday tradition. Even he could see well she needed to be knocked down a peg or two. She was young, foolish even, with thoughts that she had the whole world ahead of her if she just pretended she belonged where she clearly didn't. Oh how little she truly knew of the evil that slumbered in the depths of those corners. How little she knew of how low their kind could tumble. How little indeed. Those contemplations of her ignorance, however, were ceased quite abruptly by that near doe-eyed look of fear that so crossed her gaze as he lifted those ropes for the woman. Those softly uttered words of thanks were regarded with little more then silence as she stepped into that space, the crowd at large entirely pushing up against the ring in anticipation of that fight that would unfold. They all knew well that this would be quite unlike the usual bloodshed of those seasoned fighters and yet, the newbies could certainly be entertaining in their own right. His gaze swept briefly over the crowd surrounding him, searching for someone who might offer her just the right level of challenge whilst still satisfying the crowd's desire.

That snide comment he was presented with was altogether ignored as he singled out a man whom leaned perhaps a bit too enthusiastically against those ropes to get a look at that girl. The sound of his name alone certainly brightened the fellow's youthful features as he all but scrambled into that ring, wholly eager to at least attempt to make some sort of name for himself. Russ was all too quick to strip that clothing from his frame, that shift sending his body quivering as those bones snapped and muscles reformed. Tetradore, on the other hand, allowed his attention to remain upon the young woman, watching as she quickly deposited her own clothing on the ring floor. His gaze, however, was hardly sexually inclined in any fashion, the man instead simply feeling in a metaphysical way for that animal, poking and prodding at it before, as her last article of clothing hit the floor, the man near tore that beast from her very flesh, sending her own frame twisting and turning. He was aware, naturally, to the creature she was, the man holding no real pity for the change in size that wracked her frame. After all, many of them had bones that grew or shrank. It was never easy. She would find no sympathy here. Nevertheless, the two beasts soon faced each other, testing out their animal half before that ram leaned down his head to reveal those horns, his foot digging impatiently at the floor beneath him in a fashion far more restless than that of the woman in front of him.

That sound was perhaps the only noise that drew the were-King's attention back towards the female and yet he hardly even appeared to acknowledge that hint of a thanks that she offered him. Rather, he was entirely aware of that near nervous look to her figure - her body seemed wholly tense. His gaze fluttered back towards the Ram, watching as the man near launched himself at her, fully intending to charge the woman in the limited space he had. His gaze fluttered back towards the young girl he'd so shoved within that ring, a small frown crossed his lips. "You have hooves, girl. Use them." He prompted, even if he doubted she would hear him over the roar of that crowd that had so taken up their boisterous cheering at that first promise of action. After all, the beauty of the ring was that even large animals like Calliel were near forced to fight. After all, with nowhere to run or hide, and little space to simply dodge, what other option did she have? All of it came down to her. Time to see what the girl was really made of. Was there a bite behind that bark or was she yet another disappointment?