horrible

Another call fell upon the demon's ears. Miach perked up as the essence of a challenged was swept into the brisk spring air. Despite being pretty detached from the ongoings of the packs the male found it interesting to observe the big brawls. Perhaps it was a way to cope with his own mental dilemmas. Watching others so publicly humiliate and take down others offered him a bit of a reality check. At least he wasn't a petty side liner spewing theatrics from his jowls at the sake of others demise.

The crimson ghoul made his way to the battlefield. The run wasn't long for he had been staying around the north. It seemed despite there being a plethora of action in the south all the good stuff happened at the battlefield. Miach walked into the area with a neutral stance. His red Praetor gaze fell upon the spectators as he moved to sit near Torin. He avoided eye contact with the Abraxas bunch. He figured they had much bigger fish to fry today. "This shall be interesting."