Basilia had finished with her other fights and was ready for more. She let out a howl calling for her next opponent. Surely whoever answered would be a good fighter by nature. Only fighters were crazy enough to fight in their free time. She sat down with two birds at her side, spots of blood covering her form as well as her skull mask. Whoever saw her was sure to be greeted by a frightening sight. The battle atmosphere excited her more than anything else. The sound of blood rushing through her head, she knew this was where she belonged, on the battle field. Talk

A trip to the battlefield was what he needed to distract him from the headaches he'd been having. At least that's what he'd told himself. He still wasn't one hundred percent sure what was going on but getting his mind off and focusing on something else often seemed to do the trick. He heard a call for an opponent and together with his Jaguars he headed their way. When he arrived and scented the air, he quirked a brow as he recognized it sort of. The woman he had fought at the tournament and beat. Before he could say anything, however, Shiva spoke up. "Come to lose again?" She purred with a smirk. Beneath his armor, Dragon halfheartedly rolled his eyes but didn't say anything against it. "Don't believe we introduced last time. Dragon Ancora, Lord Commander of Winterfell." He said proudly before waiting to hear her name should she decide to give it. "Dragon"||Kimahri||Shiva