keep up, keep up, cause I'm not coming down

The two exchanged grins of mutual appreciation for a good brawl, until Meph opened his mouth. The flattery that came from his lips was a little too much like flirting for the Warlords liking. “My wife and children would protest” he said dryly, putting forth the information of his family to fend off any advances.

The reddish wolf had taken a few steps closer and gave mention of a rematch. Sirius grimaced and lifted up his leg. The burn scabs had been torn open, and blood now dripped freely from the gash. “Perhaps another time, the Missus is already going to be grumpy that I've torn this healing.” He admitted ruefully. “Feel free to look me up for a rematch - I’m the Warlord of the Armada, a pack to the South of here”

"Sirius Fatalis"