With a sigh, you picked Killer up, looking down at the ring in disgust. Using bitties for fighting was a common thing, but it was horrible. Instead of being thankful for being saved, Killer squirmed around in your hand, wanting to go back.

Hey! What are you doing?? I can take em! Cmon! Lemme at ‘em! I have to maintain my honor! I really do! I’m not a coward!

He started to struggle in your hand, wanting to get back into the fight and prove himself worthy, even if he got hurt in the process.