GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Deathbelle sent him a nod of agreement and he quickly fell silent, sensing the tension in her body as she watched the fight. The outcome would likely determine their futures. He watched intently as the fight waged on. When it was finally over the outcome was not the one he desired. Hannibal had lost. The strange male that Hannibal had been with seemed to decide he was going to fight, calling out another challenge to the victor. Blah, blah, something about a shrine. He couldn't care less though he wondered why his brother was working with this strange wolf and what was so special about this 'shrine'. An older man with absolutely insane teeth began to run his mouth off and Harbringr smirked a bit at the man's gusto but again he took little heed to the words. He really did arrive late and had little clue what the older man was referring to. The trio might as well have been squawking like chickens for all it meant to Hari.
Deathbelle rushed to Hannibal, Harbringr trailed behind at a more leisurely pace, trying to fix the faces he'd seen into his memory and besides it wasn't like he was much use. He knew about as much of healing as he did the mating habits of moose. Next to nothing. Harbringr wanted to spit out a witty aside, to heckle Hannibal as a little brother was supposed to do but instead he just grinned at his brother. "Well, I'm not surprised. Starting a challenge without me here? Clearly the universe insists that I be here to view the whole fight. You'll know better next time." He winked at Hannibal, trying to add some levity to the situation.
