You Better Fight Fair

Saracyn adjusted the fit of his leather harness as he approached the fighting ring just as Avacyn was calling all the entrants to attention. His dear sister announced the rules of the melee: two teams, no major wounding or maiming of the other team. Saracyn frowned; boring, but he supposed it wouldn't look good on Elysium if someone got seriously injured during their festival. He'd respect Avacyn's rules this time. The teams were announced, and Saracyn turned to face his team with a disappointed scowl on his visage. Really? He had to get paired up with the homicidal badger-wolf and his psycho family member? Great... The only redeeming quality to the teams was when Ava announced that wretched blue urchin Chade as an opponent, and instantly harsh blue eyes turned a cold glare to the wolf in question. Oh, this was going to be fun!

Splitting up to join his team, he glanced over to Imperia, who was for some reason still covered in blood. Had she not had the time nor care to at least clean up some before coming to the festival? He exchanged a leer with Scylla, then just rolled his eyes and shrugged silently when she gave him a questioning look to his second cousin. He didn't attempt to try to reason away how his strange family behaved. Scylla laid out a simple strategy: hit their opponents hard and fast. Then she threatened any of them who went for her bigger brother and Saracyn gave a hard laugh. "Yeah, real scary there, Squirrelly," he shot back, but his icy eyes were already moving back to the enemy team, eyeing up Chade from afar, flexing his paw to extend and retract one of his wrist blades. "Don't you worry about that. I've got my own score to settle."

"Saracyn Mendacium"