Knife to the eye

Deluge's call brings him forth, but then, when does it not. Quick to answer, quick to take his place by her side. The last time he'd gotten to participate in a raid, things hadn't gone his way. Bested, but then, the circumstances had certainly been different. Keen eyed, bright, Dread was excited to toss himself in the ring again.

Light jog, high head, searing gaze-- Dread bumps his cheek against Deluge's as he takes a seat beside her. Presumptuous, maybe, but he doesn't care. All confidence and electricity, Dread is more than ready to get this show on the road. It's time.

"Dread Fatalis"