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Azure

Azure caught the sideways expression as Basilisk mused over his words. "Something indeed." He rumbled in reply. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with just fighting Levi, did you?" It was ironic in part, because Azure himself had challenged his own father only once in his life - young, like Basilisk, and never since. He wanted to be fully prepared for the day he pit himself up against the Warlord in a real match, and fully expected Basilisk to want the same thing. "Speaking of Levi, do you know why the Habari brats seem to hate him so much?"

At Basilisk's mention of spectating, Azure's gaze swept once more across the stands. They made a full circle around the arena, rising in height tall enough that they near blocked out the setting sun. It must have taken years of construction to make a structure of not just this size, but quality. While time was beginning to reclaim it in places, the chiselled stone and marble walls stood better than any other not-wolf-made place he'd yet seen. "I'd rather a place like this to spectate then parking my ass in the battlefield for a third time." He admitted. "At least the height must let you get a good vantage point, and the hidden location would keep the rifraff out." Bitter? Maybe, but Az considered the bitterness very justified.

"Speech"

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