Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

Grimoire

He followed the Armada raiders down South towards their target. He was relatively quiet on the way, occasionally checking around him for movement of potential spies or...well, he wasn't sure. He had been sticking to the North for most of his life, so to be down this way was...different. A little unsettling for the Ancora male. Still, he steadied his breathing in an effort to calm his racing heart. The adrenaline would slowly pulse through him as they got closer and closer to their target. The eagle that Sirius had gifted him flew overhead, sharp eyes keeping watch over the attackers along with the other flying companions. His father's armor lay seamlessly across his form, piercing amber gaze peeking through the slits he had made so he could see. His father had been blind, so there was no need for them before, but Grim had done some tinkering to the heirloom, and today it would see its first battle since his father's last.

Approaching the islands, Grimoire spread out with the rest, waiting for an opportunity. Though so far, things were quiet...at least until he heard the pirate wolves beginning to stir. Before he knew it, Andromeda and Sirius were clashing with them, and he knew it was a matter of time before more emerged.

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Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

ARMADA RAID

Grimoire