How dare you not keep this one, Signless? Leo is a spiteful little fucker who enjoys the sport of hunting almost as much as the Games themselves. Or at least as he used to. He's seen some Arenas and the splatter of insect blood and guts were truly a sight to behold.

"Now you're talking my language," he thrown in with a shit eating grin to boot, "Name the time and date and I will be there."

Yes, that's him being both his usual fightmongering self with some arrogance thrown in for good measure.