The young boy closes his eyes and breathes out. “Okay Senior, I guess you’re right. So with that being said the child sits down and enters a cross-legged pose and between one moment and the next there’s a pressure in the air. Not a normal pressure, no this pressure showed you exactly what it was, it presses down on your body and mind and if you don’t know how to fight it then it slips in and shows you how it was made. Seren’s pressure or better known as Presence prior to entering the Aura stage showed you a young boy kept up by nightmares of fighting and bleeding over scraps of food, training watched over by expressionless men who only cared about the potential money they could make, tainted by blood he had split, blood of other children he had eaten and trained with. It was dark, it had a depth to it beyond his years, and more than anything else there was a fury at what he had to do to feed himself, at what others had to do to feed themselves, at the fact that they were nothing more than bodies of flesh for the bastards up stairs.”

The air stills. The pressure stops roiling and it coils around his body. “Well it looks he finally did it this time,” speaks the owl-bear as it glances over with all the pride and love of a grandfather looking after his own. After an eternal moment of silence the pressure around Seren changes from a gaseous form of power with an indefinite shape and form solidfiles and with that It takes a familiar shape. Namely the shape of the very creature who was watching him at that very moment.

‘“Why did you shape your Aura after me? I know full well I told you that the first form your Aura takes is extremely significant.”the owl-bear while glaring at Seren and waiting for a response.

Looking him directly in the eye “That's exactly why I did it. I don’t know what happens when I leave this pit, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to come back and save you, I don't know if you’ll even still be here to be saved. I know I'm just a kid but that doesn’t mean I can’t tell you treat us as your own blood. You’re the only reason any one of us is still alive.” and with that all the children in the pit have long gathered around the two and all of a sudden they explode into noise.

“Oh man it looks like Seren is finally getting out of here guys” someone in the crowd yells.

“It's about time, he's been making it impossible for any of the rest of us to gain a reputation.”

“Yea! Get out of here you glory hound!” all this and more is going off as all these kids who are in the same situation as himself, without a hint of jealousy or regret that it isn’t them cheer him on in their own way.

WIth all the noise it was bound to get someone's attention and that's exactly what it did, in this case the person it attracted was the next person Seren needed to see regardless.

“What the hell is all this noise going on down here!” grumbles a well built, dark haired, and slovenly dressed gentleman as he enters the pit-whelps training and living area.

“The noise would be me getting ready to challenge your stupid champion Pitmaster.” answers Seren with all the inherent disdain of authority only a child can have.

“Oh, is that right? Well I suppose it has been a while and Glaston has been begging me to send someone to him for extra training. Don’t worry brat I’ll make sure to tell him to only break a couple of bones.” the pitmaster states as he walks off laughing at the thought of a child defeating a 5th hand veteran pit fighter.

One of the youngest children comes over and grabs Seren’s hand and looking up at him tells him “Be safe big brother, you can do it and you can get out here.”

Seren with a lump in his throat just grabs the kid in a hug and tells him “I wish i could take you with me, take all you guys with me.” As he gets up and looks around one of the older kids walks over. “Don’t worry about us, you’re 9, none of us expect you to come save us, you've been here most of your life. You wouldn't even know the first thing about getting us out. If you wanna do something then come back years from now when you're smarter, you're stronger, and you have a plan that you can carry out. Until then just worry about icking Glaston’s ass and getting out of this hell hole.” Seren looks around the room, nods his head and walks up the stairs to the most important fight he’s had in his life so far while a group of children and a beast watch his back