Well, this would be interesting, Bight was not at all bothered by the water in the least. The decay around rankled him the slightest bit yet merely served to remind him of the swamps Onysablet had called home before her end.

Bight's clothes may have been wet and cold but he seemed not to be bothered in the least, water was his element after all. The dragon seemingly able to retain his dignity even in such a situation as the one he found himself in.

"Quite the characterful arena, wouldn't you say?" he commented across to his opponent before bowing his head in greetings, waiting to see what he would do.