Shalar watched Tyger as she stormed off down the hallways, reflecting that perhaps it had been a bad idea to needle her as he had. Play with fire, you'll get burned...you had it coming, Tyger. He shook his head to clear out the thoughts, and walked slowly down the steps to where the fighting rosters were posted. His bladed foot-claws make a clicking sound as they hit the cold stone floor. I must learn to walk quieter, he told himself. Several others were already running through their rosters, but Shalar managed to see who he was fighting. His claws clicked together with anticipation.
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