Czernobog vs Pyralis

"Heeeeeyaaaaay," a voice proceeds the appearance of a white-with-red-brindle coydog, the bright blue silk scarf around his neck that floats behind him as he breezes matches his eyes perfectly, and the way he minces in to the remaining senior-division fighter shows absolutely no fear. He tosses his head, deliberately sending the scarf rippling. "Heyyyyyyy sexy bitches," he sings out. "You are the luckiest wolves in this contest! I'm here to pick the last match in the first round and it's going to be fabuloooous. So which one of you gorgeous creatures do I pick? Is it you? Or you? Oh no, it is definitely youuuu you sexy thing, mmmmmhmmmm." He eyes Czernobog appreciatively. "Mmmmmmhmm! Ok good-looking, let's find you a good match.... Oh you'll do beautifully," he crows, comparing Czernobog with Pyralis. "Yes, you match nicely. Foooollooooow," he sings, dancing off towards an unused ring of stones set into the ground. "Mkay so don't step outside the circle because it's a big no-no, mkay? You'll get disqualified and we don't want that. I'm going to pick a winner at the end so make sure you make a fabulous show, mkay? Why don't you go first, darling," he says to Pyralis, beaming at her.