His heart beat a little faster, a quiet smile curving the edges of his lips at his mother’s pride. He met her reassuring gaze with one of his own, reflecting her warmth back at her.
Iskandor’s eyes shifted to his father as Basilisk’s words struck like tempered steel. There were no favorites, and that the Warlords hope lay in all of them. He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he glanced at his siblings beside him. It wasn’t a burden, but a gift wrapped in the weight of expectation—a promise that his own ambitions would be matched with their unwavering support.
The ring behind their father now loomed with promise and challenge. For his mother’s warmth and his father’s expectations, he would give everything. He clenched his jaw, feeling the familiar grind of his teeth as he again considered the reward. He was as ready as he could have been as Basilisk raised his paw and gestured to the ring.
Without waiting for any further signal, Iskandor stepped forward, his gaze fixed and resolute. He spared a glance at his mother and father then let out a breath that came out as a soft, barely audible growl. Crossing into the ring, Iskandor spread his legs for balance and lowered his head, muscles tensed and ready. His eyes narrowed, and his lips pulled back into a silent snarl that showed he wasn’t afraid. He was determined.
Iskandor vs Balrog vs James for Melee
Round 0/?
Age: Under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Mutation 1: Cat Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Reinforced Bones - Defensive
Mutation 3: Thick Skin - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual
