kill the queen

She stalked the battlefield like a harried ghost. Since her encounter with the enormous black wolf, Vera was feeling particularly powerful. It wasn't often that the dance of battle rewarded her in such a way. To overcome such a titan was an incredible feat... it had her feeling a little bit heady. Veraxes was ready for her next challenger. The soot dipped female paced three interconnecting circles, mumbling underneath her breath. It was a quick ritual meant to aid her in the coming fight.

Dried blood from a recent kill was still evident streaked down her chest and covering her front legs. There was a sickly scent of old viscera emanating from her. Vera pricked her ears as she heard a call and bounded to respond to the challenger. As she closed the distance, she was surprised by the size of her opponent. Hardly more than a whelp. Vera rumbled a short growl of greeting. "Your move." Although she sported the same fangs as the black titan, Banshee didn't look like much to her. An easy target?