Fu rises to look at Rust as the Lion walks to the buffet. The f'ing buffet. "We are Summer, we are Wrath. Playing Russian roulette on a table will not prove anything." An arm sweeps to bring attention to the gathered Lost. "Winter has left, Spring and Dawn voice dissent, Autumn has joined the crowd. Even Summer disagrees."
And you Rust are becoming a threat to Summer and the Freehold.
Fu turns and pulls the armored one to his feet. "Brother if you wish to be Summer's Champion then prove it with not my blood but your own. Prove to everyone here that you are what you seek. But prove it out there." Fu points towards the doors and the Freehold at large. "We have business to take care of, let us take care of it as Brothers and then decide who gets to have a fancy title."
I am a Hound, I have bigger concerns.