He growled low to himself, lip curling slightly. Fucking eight more fights. Maybe tonight would be another Crash-through-the-fencing rampage night. He'd be out of commission for a while if he did that; the last time he was beaten so badly it was a couple months before he was back in the arena. And they were starting to get more creative with their punishments as they discovered what he could heal certain injuries more quickly than others.

The strange voice's offer drifted through his mind along with the words another and Terran. That peaked his interest despite his not wanting to engage with a spectator. He fought the urge to look for the source of the voice in his head. ::You're Terran?::