Acere vs Ashmedai

The flurry of movements happened all too quickly and it felt as if the coydog was calling the match before it even started. It took Ashmedai a moment to remind himself that this was a marathon, not a sprint. The matches needed to be short in order to move things along and keep everyone from being dead at the very end.

Ashmedai smiled at his victory, shaking himself free of loose fur and debris. As the fur fluffed around him, the smell of Abaven surrounded him. Oh, yeah, this guy was one of Abaven's, wasn't he? The man congratulated him and Ashmedai's smile widened.

"Acere of Abaven, huh? Well... I'll be around, so feel free to track me down."

As Acare turned away, Ashmedai did the same. He wondered if anyone was pandering drinks or snacks of some kind? He could use a refresher.