Kai took stance, raising both his daggers, steady and low.
The faint flicker of tension thrummed through his frame, but his eyes were calm—sharp.
Measured.
Across from him, Aria straightened, one hand brushing against the fur of her Ironfang Panther.
Frosty held their position at front of her.
Arven twirled his polearm once—a lazy motion with deadly precision.
His lips curled into a half-smirk, sharp eyes watching everyone like a seasoned hunter sizing up prey.
Cassian, standing a few steps away from him, rolled his shoulders once, cracked his neck, then gripped both his swords tighter.
Quiet focus, jaw clenched. Unlike Arven, there was no grin, just pure readiness.
Riven cracked his knuckles loudly, fire coiling around his arm as his Flame Serpent slammed against it and let out a hiss.
"Alright! Now this… this is my kinda chaos."
Seyvr raised both arms, and glowing fire glyphs spiraled around him like blooming sunbursts. His expression was carved in stone.
And Corrin?
