Forward we March!

Having been knocked down by the winged boy, Rhazein was prepared to accept his loss and move to the sidelines of the battlefield. “Good job, kid.” He’d say, congratulating Wylan on his win, and acknowledging his determination and vigor. Turning his attention to the ongoing battles, he’s preparing to pick himself back up, but suddenly, Caedes appears. The healer’s raven gives him a vial, and Caedes commands him to his feet, offering him a second wind. He suddenly feels full of energy, pulling himself to his paws and shaking the dirt from his pelt. He would have turned and offered Wylan another round, but Sephiran appeared and was attacking him. So Rhazien had to pick a new opponent.

Caedes ran off towards a lone woman, which counted her out. But there was another, standing victorious over the azure beauty. Oh. That struck a chord inside Rhazien, his pelt bristling as she shot off towards Hazel. He’d close the space between them, his companions rushing beside him. Stopping at a conversational distance, he wants the woman to acknowledge her new opponent. “Care for a dance?” His lips pull back into a sly, suave smirk, serrated fangs glimmering in the sunlight. Setting his defenses, he waits for her to ready herself and lunges forward, trying to topple her over with his larger size. His jaws splay, and he snaps at her scruff.

"Rhazien Saxe"