So, from this, we can deduce, that Tiger Hat was touched in a very middle-English fashion by his partner, Shadow. Decipher this how you will.
I will not contemplate the diction of "ropes" or "entering," as that would be no doubt even more insulting to your intelligence than the previous assertions. But do know that Tiger Hat stood in the ring, facing Claire. He looked upon her crimson gaze, and stared back into that bright abyss with a glare of purest purple, sounding like strawberry fields in an African jungle. He approached, slowly, or perhaps not. Tell me, Claire, how do you imagine it?
Now, contemplate "lock up."
Claire Hawkins