Fyte puffed outwardly and pawed at the ground, nerves tingling like crazy. She hadn't been in a sparring match for a long time, and the ghostly memories of the war made her jitter more than ever. Especially since her most valuable asset - her speed - had been reduced. She hadn't really been a fighter, she had helped someone bust a bunch of Purines out of prison, that was it.
She had taken down one or two creatures in a battle though, and knew the dynamics of battle.
"Reaaady when you are..." She muttered, lowering her horns. "C'mon, lets give this crowd a show, eh?"
She would aim to charge at the opponent when they appeared and give them a taste of her horns.
(Using Puncture)
She had taken down one or two creatures in a battle though, and knew the dynamics of battle.
"Reaaady when you are..." She muttered, lowering her horns. "C'mon, lets give this crowd a show, eh?"
She would aim to charge at the opponent when they appeared and give them a taste of her horns.
(Using Puncture)