[h3][color=magenta][center][i]Cass Mormont[/i][/center][/color][/h3]
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[color=magenta]"Victor Strom...hmm, the name sounds nice on the tongue, strong and cultured like he's a refined opera singer or some sort. What do you think, Jorm?"[/color] Cass asked of his Spirit while they strolled to their designated ring in the giant coliseum. Both Spirit and Knight had been grateful to find themselves afforded as much space as they had, the terrain being suited to them nicely even if they would have liked some trees and a water source. Finding a suitable place to stand and await the tourney's initiation, the Bombardier Knight lowered his hand to the ground to allow his Spirit to slither along his arm and to the packed earth below them. 

[color=lime]"I'd rather you stick to skirt chasing before moving on up to trousers you weirdo. If you get distracted and screw up yet another tourney for me I swear I will eat you whole and keep trapped in my stomach for the rest of your life!"[/color] The dragon grumbled darkly while basking in the sensation of being along the sunbaked ground, a shudder going down her form before entering a startling stage of expansion whereupon what could have been construed as a snake took on its true draconian features and rose to a height of 8 meters tall, six wings spread wide behind her as the spirit seemed to leer at the gasps of shock coming from the assembled audience.[color=lime]"It doesn't matter how strong their name sounds, none are better then mine! No one is stopping Jormungand! Grahaha!"[/color]

Cass could only be grateful his belligerent companion could not literally shake the earth with her laughter and rested his hands atop his chosen armaments, offering a conciliatory smile to the gathered crowd for Jorm's brash behavior while awaiting Victor's arrival.