now we got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em [DM]

Azure remained in the shadow of the willows, watching intently from a careful distance.

His cold gaze swept the spectators as they gathered - the first of which being Medusa, her cackling laughter already grating against his nerves like claws on stone. He ignored her presence with a dismissive turn of his head, a flicker of contempt passing in his eyes.

Azure's attention shifted then, laser-focused, to the one wolf he hated enough to willingly come back into the public eye. He couldn't help it - he had to watch her die. This fight, this moment; he'd not miss it for all the world. If there was any fairness on this earth, Sparrow would draw her last breath here, in his presence. He would hear her gasps, smell her tangy blood, watch the life leave her eyes.

Sparrow, the King of Pirates. The name itself a bitter taste on his tongue. Azure's hate for her was a festering wound, a dark chapter in his past that refused to close. Would today bring him relief? He gritted his teeth, his jaw clacking together audibly.


"Speech"