Fite me

Kali had ventured out to the battlefield to get herself further into shape. Now that she’d officially been named Cherubim, the heir to Habari, she knew she needed to keep herself in tip top shape less her siblings try to dethrone her. She was clad in her alligator armor and Abbadon was in his usual perch around her neck, while Abigor trailed along at her feet, his tongue flickering out from his mouth tasting the air. Once they arrived, the girl wasted no time in tipping her head back and calling out for a challenger. She wanted to get this show on the road, she had other things to attend to.