Put 'em up

Kali knew her siblings weren’t content with her position, that they would try to steal it away from her whatever chance they got despite how inevitably inept they were. She needed to keep herself on her toes, and so she made her way to the battleground as she’d done many times before. Her alligator skin armor was tied to her, providing protection to her back, scruff and the outer portions of her legs. Abbadon was curled in his usual position around her neck and Abigor trotted along at her heels, his tongue flickering lazily from his lizard lips. She wasted no time in sending out a call as soon as she arrived, her head tilting back as her challenging call went out through her lip and into the air. Then, all she could do was wait for someone to respond.