Dread catches the call, but it's more than that. He feels it in his bones. There's something strange about families, something hanging thickly in the air here. Wearing a mask of composure, hanging close to Deluge's side, they arrive on the battlefield.
He wouldn't be the only of his line to appear for this, but fuck it, he'd be the first. They'd long disowned him, and though his father had tried to bridge the gap, something had been severed. Hearing from Andy that Basilisk had hurt Kite? It's the straw that broke the camel's back.
Settling beside Deluge, Dread takes a bottle of his own. Lifting it in turn to the challenger, he makes himself comfortable. It would be a show, after all.
Bard
