So we all burn together

Rain was first to arrive, not as a fighter himself but to provide healing to those that would need it. No doubt Mephistopheles would be in attendance to the young prince’s call his tail flashed a brief wave at the thought that he quickly subdued before settling at the far reaches of the ring with a swift bow.

“Good evening  lord Heir.” He greeted cordially and his golden companion complied with a parody bow of his own.

He had great faith in Pyrrhic and the empire’s warriors but for now would simply be content to sit back and watch the carnage unfold. He had been working on something particularly useful for far more grievous wounds, his eerily silent companion had called it catgut but he had taught the slate wolf how to craft it from sheep intestines. If he was allowed, he would share his discoveries with whatever other healers were in attendance. He wanted to be more present in the pack, to make his place among them, or as integrated within their ranks as any mortal could be.