They had been forced into the tournament--forced to compete where neither might have chosen to, forced by new and harsher rules to end each fight with a kill. The new king of demon world had the right to make the rules of this tournament, and he wished their numbers cut down. And now fate had put them in the ring together.
"Don't attack," Hiei said.
He walked forward. Kurama did nothing. Hiei walked toward him, one step past him, then fitted his back to Kurama's and faced the crowd, the other opponents, everyone who was not Kurama. "Okay. Now attack."