*Verde shares this sense of confusion, looking at the now imposing Rudos. He thinks to himself:
'¡Those punches...felt like mine...! ¿¡Where did that Tiburon get that strength from all of a sudden!? ¿¡Was he holding back before!?' *Verde's stomach growls slightly.*
*Verde continues attacking the Rudos, who dodge and block his attacks. With each failed strike, he gets more and more frustrated. '¿¡Why isn't anything working...!?
He hears the familiar sound of his coach pounding the canvas with his palm.*
"A gentleman is not swayed by such things. ¡Stand tall, guard up, and focus! ¡Remember your training!"
*Verde mutters internally, '...Gentleman he says...the whole point of the Minor Circuit is a fair bout against one other. ¿Why do I have to put up with this...? ...muy frustrante...!'
*Verde's stomach growls a bit more.* '¿...did I skip my merienda today...? Ugh...need to focus...'
He sighs as he adjust his monocle, strokes his moustache, and fixes his hat as he tries to put his growing frustrations and doubts aside, per his coach's advice.*
*Verde's Nagual grows slightly in size, and utters a low growl. Its feathers stand up and it looks a bit more wild, as if to spite to Coach Guante's comment.*
*Coach Guante turns to Callie Vera*
"El Temblor Verde is still yet a niño: he doesn't have a lot of experience dealing with the unexpected. Watching how well you've adapted, I believe that's something you can help him with."
*He crosses his arms and stands tall. His forearms are rock-solid and look like they've seen their fair share of battle, yet he carries himself with an intentional elegance.*
"He still has some leftover wild ruffian tendencies from when I first met him. I'd hoped that a decade of training would beat it out of him, but it's still not completely gone."
*He shakes his head, a bit exasperated*
"I had hoped he wouldn't repeat my mistakes, but sometimes the only way to truly teach someone is a lesson is for the student to experience it themselves."
"El Temblor Verde looks a bit flustered. His attacks are wider and more telegraphed than before. ¿And is he...slower?"
"The Outlaws' pace is getting to The Kid. Not surprisin', considerin' he's still green. There's only so much that the Preliminary Training can do."
"La Olomina Fiera seems to be faring a bit better. With how nervous her Nagual is, I assumed she'd be a bundle of nerves. Is she not as affected?"
"Not bad Mac. You picked up on her subtleties. Nagual's reflect the subconscious feelings in the moment. The mask picks up on this through contact with the Boxador's skin. After all: the subconscious mind is tied to the body." *She leans on the commentator's table.* "In our travels, we saw that other nations use masks to hide who they are. But as you know: masks made from the Devil Beast reveal your true feelings."
