Step Into The Circle [FESTIVAL FIGHTER IC SIGNUP]

During the raids of both the armada and ashen, he'd been recovering in Deathbelles den and praying the empire would come out successful. He'd felt so useless laying around while everyone else fought for their home, so it didn't take him but a second to decide to head out for the festival of a distant pack, in hopes of finding a place as a fighter to boost his own self confidence and maybe let the others see he'd finally healed. His ribs were still bruised and likely easy to break again, but his flesh wounds had healed and this was a friendly fight, so he worried little for the welfare of his ribs.

Cloacked in his hooded armored bearskin with his hyena and wild dog taking up each flank, he approached and cleared his throat. "Magnus, warrior of the Armada. Joining the fights." He announced, repeating the fellow warriors words from under the heavy hood of his cloak.