“This didn’t strike me as your sort of thing, Grunt,” Kaidan admitted as he made a last-minute adjustment to his arm guard. He cast his gaze around the relatively quiet arena and prepared himself for whatever shenanigans the krogan had planned. Admittedly, he didn’t know Grunt very well at all, but all evidence indicated that he’d prefer to punch actual faces rather than holograms.
“Well, I found out the hard way that they don’t really like it when I start actual fights on the streets here,” Grunt responded with a broad grin. Something about it suggested that he wasn’t merely joking.
“Ahh. I suppose not. I thought you might invite Shepard along, though.” Kaidan wasn’t sure why he, specifically, had been asked to Armax Arsenal Arena, but he suspected that there was something more to this than a friendly fight. Still, they were slated to battle together against a few rounds of programmed enemies, so he had little reason to be concerned. It might have been another method for the krogan to judge his worthiness of Shepard’s attention, after all. He could respect that. “So what’s it going to be? Cerberus operatives? Collectors? Mercenaries?”
A deep chuckle emanated from Grunt as he excitedly hopped in place, slamming his fists together in the process. He looked downright giddy at the prospect of violence. Had Kaidan not worked with krogan in the past, he might have been concerned. As it was, however, he smiled. “I already know how Shepard fights. This is just you and me. We’re going to mix it up. Better bring your best, human!”
“Fair enough,” Kaidan answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “Let’s go.”