Pincher had always been a fighter. In the beginning of his childhood, he had been sheltered from it but when his father had taken him away from the island to become a piece of his grand scheme in world domination, he had been slammed head-first into the action of it. The adredaline, the way his body was trembling when he faced an opponent that looked ready to shred his throat. He had been a scared child but as fighting became a constant habit, it slowly decended into a feeling of emptiness. As if it was just as common as eating or sleeping, his mind became raptured with the idea that fighting was just another instinct that one had to learn in order to survive. In a dog eat dog world, there was no room for anyone that at least did not want to defend themselves from being killed so Pincher was one to make sure that a majority of his crew at least knew how to block or dodge to avoid that looming threat.

After everyone appeared to agree that a trial alliance with Rosebloods would be a good start to their relationship, Pincher as well as the other high positions decided it was best to create an event to connect them. Before they could get comfortable and cuddly with one another, the male desired that they knew how good they were at fighting. So there came a mutual agreement that a sparring competition would do well into showing the strength that Rosebloods claimed to have and impress the Typhoon into believing that they had made a good choice. The jaguar had gone out in the morning to prepare with his tail twitching lazily behind him as he began to push out any debris inside the colloseum that lay inside the cleaned out insides of a small mountain. The glowing crystals above his head was enough lighting and he glanced over his broad shoulder towards the moat of lava that surrounded the colloseum.

Pincher sucked in a small breath as he then placed down a small table where paper and pencil was found. He hoped the Rosebloods didn't get lost into finding the colloseum since volunteers had made signs that pointed out where the hidden colloseum was — behind a large waterfall where the entrance was hidden. Then all one had to do was walk through a bridge that was over the moat of magma and head into the colloseum to find the large stadium to where the fighting would commence. It appeared enough had arrived for him to begin as he called out "Alright, welcome to the sparring competition between Rosebloods and The Typhoon! Here you can sign up to be pinned against one random being. You should know the general rules about sparring such as nothing too aggressive like throat-ripping or gut-tugging, got it? You can create some scratches here and there but nothing fatal. Just state your shit here and get ready. If you don't know how to write, just ask someone to do it for you." Pincher nodded towards the paper and pencils/pens with his frigid ice blue eyes narrowing as he was serious about injuries and didn't want it to go too far.

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Sparring. Something that he had been used to doing in U.A. All Might and Aizawa had seemed to be only interested in putting class 1-A through a whole bunch of training so it was normal for Kirishima. A small frown would cross over the male's maw as he realized that Bakugou had also shown up. If he had to be honest, his friend had always been the stronger one, so Kirishima wasn't too fond that there was the possibility that Pincher could pair him up with Bakugou.

Grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, the Beta would quickly write down information.

Name: Eijirou Kirishima
Group: Typhoon
Fighting level: Medium
Powers?: Yes
Weapons?: No