"Alright brats. One at a time now. Let me get a taste of your mettle, so that I can understand what I need to beat out of you... and what I need to temper with each of you. Now come!"
Her scythe rested menacingly on her shoulder, and the black furred Wolf grinned at each of us as she stopped a few feet away.
We looked at one another before I stepped forwards, deciding to allow myself to be the 'sacrifice' so that the other two may learn something from my guaranteed defeat.
Lady Fenryas looked me over, her eyes roaming my body as she took in every minute detail about me - I could tell that the woman wasn't looking at me with lust, as she seemed more dismissive of my curvy frame then appreciative.
She mainly seemed more caring of how I handled the two daggers in my hands, as well as how I distributed the weight that my body gave me.
