seepranne

Jenga took a deep breath, stepping into what may be his final fight of the Carnival. The arena sprouted phosphorus mushrooms, a blue glow filling the space up to the stands. The prairie looked around at the scenery, his green eyes taking in anything he could use to his own advantage. And then he saw his opponent; a pearl-raven chimera common dove. He locked eyes with her, a growl resonating in his chest. She was significantly smaller than he was, which meant she was potentially more agile than him. Jenga needed to make sure she would have no opportunities to jump on his back or disappear into his blind spots. She slipped into the arena as the gate opened like she was in a hurry, only to slow her pace to a relaxed tread almost instantly after. She had been here before, although only once. Somewhere here, at least. The last one was jungle-like, she reckoned. Blight wasn't really a fighter, even though she could put up one if needed. She was more of a traveler, like she was meant to be.