Round 2.

Xairo trudged across the battlefield, his paws aching and his pride bruised. The sting of defeat still lingered, a bitter taste in his mouth. He had been so sure of himself, so confident in his abilities, but his opponent had bested him with humiliating ease.

Gritting his teeth, Xairo scanned the rocky terrain, his green eyes sharp and calculating. He would not leave this place until he had proven himself, until he had shown everyone that he was a force to be reckoned with. Failure was not an option for him, his fierce determination burning within him like a blazing fire

"Xairo Saxe"