Basilisk had an itch, a feeling. Call it parent intuition, but he knew his son was in trouble. Perhaps it was because Balrog was still new to the battlefield, he hadn’t been traversing it as much as his brother.
But when the fight began, Basilisk was nearby, and when the dog went for a more serious attack, Basilisk smoothly moved in. trotting quickly into the frey as he turned the fight into a melee, attempting to grab at his son's opponent by the back leg and pull them away from his son. Lessons and spars were one thing, but he had a feeling this creature was about to take it too far.