Occ: Short tag, but it'll do. I'd say 3 rounds when this begins? The wraith knew that the white-fea named Mercy had some unfinished business, just as she did. Their little fight had been a bit too short, even for her liking. But the wraith had every intention of moving out of the slave ranking. This was one of the many way to do it and one way to hopefully settle the differences between the two of them. Arriving at the bloodied battle field, it reeked of past blood that had been split upon these ancient grounds. A summing howl broke the silence, calling forth Mercy to a spar but also that of getting Valentines attention, he would no doubt want to be here to witness the spar.

A call summoned her to the battlefield, and with a growl she spread her long legs, quickly bringing herself to the lands. She saw the same bitch who dared to trespass, calling Mercy to her. She sneered at the woman, a snarl passed through her lips. "Did you not get enough the first time, intruder?" she asked, voice hostile as she tried to walk around the woman, to create a large circle around her. She didn't attack on sight, as much as she would have liked to. This was a different land, with rules of it own. "Why did you call me here?" although she knew why, she wanted it to hear it from the cowards lips. Perhaps this time she would actually attack her instead of defending herself, and Mercy would not lose this time. She had been training herself since then, pushing herself to get better. She was not going to lose another fight, not any time soon. This time she would be the victor, and Abel would be leaving with more than a few scratches.

Curiosity drew him to the battlefield. The little slave he'd acquired after she'd trespassed had summoned Mercy, the Tribune who'd engaged her. The players, their history, their ranks...everything about those involved added to the appeal of the situation. Part of him was pleased that the Servus wasn't cowed and sulking off in a den somewhere. While her call for a spar amused him, he doubted Mercy would feel the same way. Reaching the pair, he quirked a brow in a silent question and let his gaze wander over both wolves. Mercy didn't seem too pleased with the summons as he'd suspected--not that Valentine blamed her. Sinking to his haunches, the brute settled in to watch. A smirk lifted his lips in gentle amusement. No doubt this would be interesting. ""

He'd hear a call for his sister's presence and he knew that he could not ignore it. Revenge had to be there for his sister, no matter what. He'd find himself trailing after their alpha, the man's big paws would leave quite a trail to follow. In more ways than one Revenge would feel shadowed by the alpha, but that was where he best spent his time.. the shadows.

He would walk up calmly behind Valentine, his quiet form coming to sit by the taller man. He'd find that his gaze could not be torn from his sister's side, and for once he would display himself so Mercy could see that he was here to back her up. He would be there to help her become the warrior he knew she could be.