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Bellamy

Bellamy waited, though she was not left waiting long before others started to show. The first creature to grace the battlefield was not her opponent but rather the familiar face of Valta's Alpha; Kotori. Bellamy's gaze flickered to him, Kotori's words offered in kind. Bells dipped her head to Ko, the slightest smirk on her lips. "Faltering is not an option." Bellamy told him. It was all that needed to be said. It did not matter what the alpha she was fighting thought of her; Bells expected aggression when they arrived. Bellamy was not here to make friends; she was here to secure a home for her family no matter the cost. A woman, one Bellamy did not recognize, came with Kotori. Bells could only assume she was a member of Valta.

Bellamy did not dwell on her identity. Bells didn't exactly have time to as a dark-furred man, the alpha of the pack she called to challenge for arrived on the scene; Ardyn. Bellamy did not speak, nor did she flinch under his angry gaze. The members of Valhalla could call her a monster all they liked, say that what Bells was doing was a mistake, that she was taking from the lives of others. Bellamy did not care; that was the way of the wolf and how packs worked. No pack would stand unchallenged forever. Even if Bells did not emerge victorious did they truly believe another would not someday rise to challenge the pack as well? Such unrealistic thinking. It was not in a wolf's nature to be a pacifist.

Ardyn spoke and yet, despite the underlying threats in his words Bellamy did not cower. Was the Valhallan alpha expecting her to turn away because she was a mother? No, Bellamy's mind countered. Her children would learn that you fought for what you wanted, what you needed, and you did not turn away because someone else thought their actions were more just than your own. Bellamy was aware others would be displaced should she win this fight; but in a choice of her family over strangers, especially given how she had grown up, she would choose her family every time. Just as she would expect this man, Ardyn, to do the same. In Bell's eyes, this was not about what was right or wrong and she would do whatever was necessary to walk away from here proudly - win - or lose.

At Bellamy's age, she could have done without Ardyn's scolding, not that he seemed keen on giving her time to verbally respond. In Bell's mind, she didn't need to justify herself to Ardyn. It wasn't like he was going to listen to her anyway. She merely snorted and focused her attention on preparing herself. Yet it seemed the fight was not meant to be. Before Ardyn had even finished his scolding she heard Gavroche call her name in a panic.

Thank goodness for the distance between the two fighters.

Bellamy’s main focus was dodging, ears swiveling to hear what Gavroche was calling for. The news, however, was not what she’d expected to hear. As she lunged to her right, leaving Ardyn’s attack to land on nothing but air. It made her blood run cold as she tossed her head back, voice clear as it cut the air. “Enough! My child is in danger, and that takes priority over any fight. You will all need to see a show some other day!” She raced to Gavroche, attempting to be strong, but her body quivered with rage as her maw parted.

“What direction? Show me!” Then, to her companions, she barked another set of orders. “To the den. Protect the rest of them with your lives, if necessary.” This was bad. This was very bad…

…and Ignis would pay for this.

Divinities help him if he shifted one hair on that polar bear cub’s head.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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Shoot it, shoot it out cause they want it, want it now, now

[Pack Challenge - Valhalla]

Bellamy