Torrent strode through the battlefield, her scarred face as intent and focused as a hunter's as they searched for prey. Asriel stalked at her heels as intently as she was, but Pidge the raccoon just grumbled and bounced along on Torrent's back going through a bag of wound salves and sutures she'd brought with her knowing that Torrent was in the mood to cause - and receive - damage and would need patching up between bouts... when the wolf was like this, she was rarely content with just beating someone up and going home.

The raccoon pulled a cork from a flask and handed it forward so Torrent could grab it between her teeth and chug it down, grimacing from the taste. A potent mix of cordyceps, shilajit, schisandra, guarana, and ginseng among other things, the potion was one Torrent had come up with to enhance her focus and stamina in a fight, though Pidge didn't particularly approve of mixing untested concoctions in such potentially dangerous doses. Torrent held a portion in her mouth to seep into her bloodstream through the soft tissues of her gums and under her tongue before swallowing it to join the rest in slower digestion. It had a kick to it, already boosting her heart rate and bringing a sharper focus to her mind and gaze as they made their way through to the center of the battlefield.

Raising her head she howled for an opponent to give themselves to her.

It had been a while since he'd been here, but he was ready to seek out more training. He'd been rusty, hiding away from the rest of the world during the strange winter season after his run-in with Tox. He had emerged not too long ago after he was sure all was safe again. His first destination was the battlefield, and it seemed that almost as soon as he arrived, someone was calling for a challenger. Gadreel's ears perked as he listened, and before the call died away, he was already en route. It didn't take long before he found a she-wolf with a couple of companions and kitted out with gear. He didn't recognize her, but her coat bore an interesting look to it. Slate blueish gray on one side, and white on the other. "I'll fight you if a fight's what you're looking for," "Speech"

ART BY IRISH