Greek Takeover

The battle call that came from Boreas was alarming and unexpected. For someone to have the gall to challenge the Armada directly spoke of irrationality and recklessness—both dangerous traits in a wolf who was gunning for one of his allies. The Lord of Cinder gathered up a good showing from the Hallows to go give their direct support to the Armada and marched north across the Bifröst, arriving at the Battlefield just after the fighting had begun. Artorias gazed with disdain down at the wolves gathered around the challenger—a wolf whose name he did not know, but had seen at other challenges before snuggled up with Medusa—as he led the Hallows wolves to join the spectators. He made a point of sitting behind Basilisk, showing clear support for his nephew and ally.

As he sat austere and attentive, Artorias’ leering gaze turned to the other Insomnia wolves, specifically to Medusa. The skeletal bitch had begun by tearing a chunk out of the Ashen Empire, refused to be a part of a new alliance agreement, and now here she was putting her name behind the wolf she was ostensibly fucking as they targeted the Armada, the Hallows' closest ally. So this was the game Medusa wanted to play? She wanted to make herself a public enemy to them? Then so be it. "Fii atent. S-ar putea să fie încă mai multă violență," he warned his family in hushed tones for them alone. Artorias' fiery gaze burned as he shifted his glower from the treacherous cunt queen of Insomnia back to the combatants, watching the action closely, analyzing each move. He had faith in the new Warlord's abilities; Basilisk would win this.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"