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Savages! Savages!
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[html] Riot was moderately strong and agile in her old age but the greatest weapon was an intimate knowledge of combat. She danced effortlessly across death and despair. Much of her skill was in part thanks to Kaena's teaching, but it came right down to raw practice. She survived countless fights with whatever she could sink her teeth and claws into. Many were won and many were lost as evident in her mutilated figure. As decided earlier, this fight wasn't about winning or losing, at least not for Riot.
The loner's breath formed long, unbroken strings of ice crystals as she steadied it for the oncoming scrimmage. As the marble warrior inwardly prepared so did she. Their silence was deafening. The countdown was over. Riot closed the gap with one leap. Her mouth was closed, eyes shielded slits, head down. Just as she was about to land her wiry structure snapped sideways and she went spinning towards the male's left side as opposed to the mock frontal attack. That's when she unsheathed her teeth in a flurry of pale, gnashing razors.
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