Rufio's eyebrows went up when the sword came out, and he backed off a step, crouching slightly into a ready position. He noticed Fred in the audience and grinned at her, flicking his sword up to his forehead and then down, a salute so she'd know he was paying attention to her. According to the men at the bus stops he sometimes eavesdropped on, girls liked to be paid attention to.
"You didn't answer my question, fleaface," he smirked, turning back to the blonde man. The idea of being released if he lost wasn't too bad. At least the rules of the game were clear this time. He lunged at the blonde man, swinging his sword in a wide arc. It was showy and unnecessary, but it was also dramatic and would get the fight started off well, despite being relatively easy to block if one had the strength to do so.
He was business oriented, however. After all, he wasn't about to loose a second time to this man. He'd been practicing and he wouldn't underestimate the other's skill like he had last time. "When I win the whole City's gonna see you for the coward you are," he smirked.