Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Outta Me [RAID]

He’d been cleaning his favorite bison hide bed liner when Crysta swept overhead, clicking her beak rapidly in an alert. Raiders. He hadn’t been born yet by the last time the pack had been raided. It would be Cairo’s first time defending Valhalla, and he could only hope that he’d have a better time with it than he’d had in their raid on Aerie.

Good thing he was already wearing his armor, having been next on shift for patrol. He took off, angling toward Ardyn’s war call, Enito bounding after him in his Mandril gallop, Crystaloria coasting above him.

Cai absorbed the command from Ardyn with a nod. By the time he’d reached the fray, Ardyn, Red, Aoife, Caelia, and Aurielle were engaged with opponents. A glance across the board told Cairo that this must be a sort of training raid for the younger generation of the Pirates; the majority of those he saw were yearlings, maybe a pup.

He settled back, waiting for one of the uninvolved raiders to come at him, stance ready and defenses set.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think