Félicien would approach the battlefield with Sophitia observing from the skies. His friend has a small bundle of herbs clutched in her talons, ready to help the male once his fight ended. He was eager to begin, yet, at the same time, he wondered if this was really the best time to be having a practice war. But he would not question Bass; he was sure everything was being timed the way it was for a reason. He just hoped everything would end up being alright. Settling upon the makeshift battlefield he would wait for more opponents on Lark’s side to show. He couldn’t very well start a fight with one of his comrades, now could he?
