you just can't hide

A call rose up from the battlefield for his mother. The voice was clear: a life was at stake. Huh. Well, how about that? The howler was vaguely familiar, although he couldn't quite place it. Clearly it was someone he'd met at least once, but who? And she had to have had some kind of run in with Cataleya. In any case he was unconcerned. His mother was a force to be reckoned with and few could best her in a fight. As so many had before her, this challenger would fall.

Reaching the battlefield, Valentine quirked a brow at his mother before moving to stand beside Basanti to allow the combatants room to fight. The challenging fae's identity still evaded him, but he was certain he'd seen her before. "I'd wish you luck," he commented dryly, dragging a calculating gaze down the ebony opponent, "But I daresay it isn't necessary."