"So it's settled then, we'll have a friendly competition between countries and see who's companions come out on top. Is there any objections to this decision?"
Corvus scanned the room, waiting for anyone to disagree with him. When no objections came, not including the derisive snorts from the Lion, he knocked on the table in place of banging a gavel.
"Well then, that's good. Let's just make sure to make one thing perfectly clear. Friendly competition means there will be absolutely no killing.
I don't care about any one else here, but any 'accidental' killings will not be tolerated, and will end up with more blood spilled in retribution. I can guarantee you that if you even try to pull that shit on my man, the killings that follow will be far from accidental and painfully slow, so you have time to reflect on what you have done."
