Steel and claw

Boy, was he wrong. He'd had thought that maybe he would get the chance to curl back up with his boyfriend for a few more hours at least, hoping that the raid wouldn't start immediately. Who was he kidding, though? Clearly himself. He had only wished that he had woke Sorcerer and told him, though he supposed it wouldn't be long before he roused and found out himself. It felt rude, though, and he was going to make sure he apologized in the best way he knew how when he got back.

He brought up the rear of the group for no other reason than because he could, not to seem lazy or anything of course. Everyone here was a strong fighter, certain to bring home the win. They couldn't lose! Though he knew little about Elysium, he did know that they would have to be strong to defeat them. Even if this was a friendly raid, certainly they weren't as strong as The Hallows. Grimshaw knew he was strong, he knew Artorias was strong, and there were others too, and of course others he wasn't as familiar with. Would they be here if they weren't, though? Everyone had to practice some time, but he trusted Artorias to bring along the right set of wolves for the job.

As others collected and started their battles, Grimshaw waited. At the back of the crowd, he wasn't the first to be attacked. Or the second, or even the third. But that was more than fine. His muscles were ready and itching to get started, yet unless more Elysium wolves answered the call, he would be left with weakened and tired wolves, those that had already used their energy fighting someone else. That gave him an easy win, certainly. So he continued to wait, watching, studying, and wondering who would decide that taking him on was a good idea.

"Speech!"