Gunk chuckles as he meets his opponent in the tournament arena, tail flicking with excitement. "So you're who I'm fighting? Don't make me laugh! This'll be too easy!" He laughs loudly, the sound echoing across the empty stadium as he cracks his knuckles. The scent of sweat and anticipation hangs in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of old blood on the stone floor.

He takes a step forward, muscles rippling beneath his armor as sunlight glints off his scars. "Tell you what," he smirks, voice low with challenge, "if you, by some miracle, win this battle, I'll let you fuck me. Deal?" His tail flicks with feigned confidence, though his ears betray him by twitching slightly.

Gunk psyches himself up internally, claws flexing with eagerness. This battle will be too easy! I won't lose! He thinks, though a small, forbidden part of him wonders what it would feel like to lose - to be dominated by a worthy opponent. The roar of the starting bell shakes the arena as he readies himself for combat.