Fuel to the Flame

Zagan was quick to claim the last leadership role, and Abyss wasn’t surprised. He’d always been a hot-headed male, intent on proving himself to his peers to establish himself as the next leader of their group. Still, Abyss found themselves leaning in the edge of their seat, wondering how the trio would perform against the unknown attackers. Oh wait. Father was speaking again, making the point of this lesson more clear. They were going to be the attackers. Abyss’ lips curled into a sly smile.

Surge forward. Strike hard and fast. Don’t hold back. Abyss nodded their head and followed their Father as he led them away from their opponents, giving the trio a few moments of reprieve before the chaos began.

Begin. The offense was quick to surge forward, but Abyss held back and surveyed the trio’s formation, searching for gaps in their formation. Xairo and Sericea chose their targets, and Abyss did the same. Ludo. But Abyss wasn’t the type to initiate a forward charge- they preferred to blend into the background, to use chaos to their advantage to slip into position without being noticed.

Abyss waits until the chaos is reaching its climax- bodies are clashing, teeth are snapping, and fights are breaking out. They stalk forward with a sense of purpose, their movements predatory and precise- a quiet pulse beneath the noise, a steady force that no one sees. If they can get close enough, they will lunge for Ludo when his attention is elsewhere, seeking to grab his right back hock to pull his leg out from under him.

"Speech"