[Ziyao had decided it was better to put the food away in its basket for the time being. If they were going to fight. They were both going to be hungry afterward after all. After his wrist was dropped he put the food away and setting the blanket on top of it.]

I love it. My core I mean.

[He pushed himself up, dusting off his clothing. And fixing the Jin styled ponytail in his hair.]

Where would you like to fight? There is a colosseum that has a nice fighting arena, We do not have to worry about destroying anything if we spar there.