Greed vs Ignatius

A tremendously overweight coydog waddles ponderously into the group of fighters, his dark gray fur with it’s black brindling doing nothing to hide the rolls of fat that adorn his body. But he seems to be unaware or uncaring of his weight or how it might be seen, because he beams at them all equally with a condescending air. ”Ahh, what an auspicious day for a tournament!” he booms. ”I do so hope we shall feast after we crown the champion! Ahh, yes, you and you please,” he indicates Ignatius and Greed with a benevolent nod bestowed upon each of those honored by being chosen, before he waddles over to a circle of stones set into a ring. ”Please keep your paws inside the ring at all times. May the best wolf win!” He gives a congenial belly laugh, then nods to Greed. ”Please, please. You begin.”