"Look at what we have ourselves here gentlemen," said a voice that can only be described as strong and unstable, "we have our new subjects. Of course, the rules are simple: beat the other into submission. You two are free to leave after, but my rich friends and I just want a good show. The lights go on when both of you are ready to fight."
The shackles would simply cease to exist as they did, and the two men in the room would simply fight it out until one gave up and they would be free to leave on their own accord. One of the men was beginning to come to his senses, although not entirely unconscious prior. Everything was a blur to him, but he did know that he was in an unfamiliar place. The smell was unfamiliar, but the smell of the dank room was unbearable. However, he was able to pick out other scents in the room, notably another person on the other side. He could not see very well in the darkness but that did not stop him from getting to his feet and wiping his face of outward exhaustion. The Lycan's form was undamaged and intact, void of any signs of a struggle or fight to have made him wind up where he was then. Zancrow was adorned in a simple black suit; sleek and solid black slacks and a blazer to match with a maroon red button-up, long-sleeved shirt. Shirt cuffs stuck out from the blazer, although Zancrow would take off the blazer and roll the cuffs to his elbows. The one single light bulb seemed to be running on magic, so it would be a given that the other remaining lights would run on the same sort of energy.
Zancrow kept his gaze on the other figure on the other side, keeping his guard at a vigilant high, eyeing the room for all of the properties of the objects at a glance. Nothing was able to conduct electricity, not even the floors, walls, and ceilings; the intercom lid, the vent lid, as well as the drainage lid, were of a plastic-like substance. There wasn't enough liquid to slip on the ground for any good reason. With a calm sigh, he would stand ready to combat the other fellow. Upon the other man standing, both lights would come on and the fight would, hopefully, ensure.