Dog bites man.
A cliche in journalism, one that shows the very base and common nature of a dog to be violent towards a human.
But Leopold was no ordinary dog.
Intelligent, powerful, capable of battling better than any human, he would never be reduced to something so ridiculously base as a battle tactic so undignified. He might rend his enemies to shreds, but not something as pathetic as simply chomping on them.
He was better than that.
---
Leopold stood at the arena entrance a moment.
He'd been a bit late. Forced to incinerate some PETA members that were campaigning for his staff to treat him better.
As he stood at the arena door, he realized it had been just as well.
As a sea of mud stretched out in the arena.
"Ooooh, he's so hot!" "C'mon, take a picture!" "Shake that thing, boy!"
Arc, covered in mud, struggled out of his armor-which was preventing him from moving-as the catcalls were heard from the crowd.
"..." Leopold stared at the arena a moment.
Then shrugged and flew the other way.
Some things aren't worth a championship to deal with. Mud wrestling Arc was one of them.
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"..." Yuri stared blankly, as he watched Arc struggle out of his armor on the television, as announcers explained that a rain of mud had covered the arena several minutes ago. Sir Leopold hadn't been seen to make an appearance yet, and was considered a suspect in the vandalism.
"...Lexis. You didn't say the switch did all of those things at once, now." Yuri sighed.
"You didn't ask." Lexis shrugged.
