Who: Skrimir and Luca Blight/Rider
Where: Imperial City
What: Spring Court tournament, round one
When: Whenever the tournaments start
It did not matter that he stood in a human area, deep in a human city. It did not matter that Skrimir stood out so much that the blind could spot him. The only thing that mattered was the pure thrill, that beloved anticipation of battle. The young lion itched for blood. He would have restraint, of course; there was no need to kill his opponent when both the rules and the Rhya forbade it.
It was time to crush bone and rend metal and flesh, and show this human city that Skrimir was a proud laguz. Passing up this opportunity to test himself against the best warriors the beorc could offer simply wasn't possible. Drawn arrogantly to his full height, Skrimir easily shouted over the noise of the crowd to the other side of the arena.
"I've waited long enough! Do not make wait any longer! Come, warrior, and fight me! I look forward to crushing you under my claws!"
And to punctuate his challenge, Skrimir roared; a thunderous, piercing sound, even outside of his transformed state.