[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Vuldur[/color][/h2][/center]

Vuldur examined the crowd watching the battle [i]Must be families and friends of the whelp[/i] he felt a drop of sadness in his soul for a moment at the lack of his own kin present in the crowd, but they were all in the North far from here. The feeling was quickly swallowed up by the sea of excitement and anticipation for the battle to commence.

The beastkin grinned at his opponent [color=ed1c24]"See for yourself"[/color] he replied as he pulled his left arm back summoning forth an orb of fire before quickly molding it with a quick fluid gesture in his other hand before throwing the firebolt directly at his opponent. After the blast left Vuldur's hand  it's form shifted writhed with magical energy and before eventually forming into the head of a wolf, smoke spewing from it's eyes and nose by the time it was several meters from it's target. As soon as he unleashed his first spell the beastkin began sprinting towards Ecthel, trying to close the distance between the two.