Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned

She hadn't been here for a long time, but she desperately needed to let go of some of the anger and resentment she'd been holding onto over Tyranis' abandonment. After everything she tried to give him, he had repaid her in the worst way possible. She wanted a fight, to hone her skills so that the next time she saw him, he'd regret ever doing what he did. She'd have his balls if it came down to it. Was she being petty? No. She was hurting. She was always hurting. The only thing that made it better was the presence of her children but even she felt like she was failing them. She had become fixated on Tyranis' betrayal that it was hard to think about anything else but the hurt and pain he left behind. But now she was here, looking for a physical outlet to her inner turmoil.

Throwing her head back, the amateur warrior called for someone to join her on the field of battle.

And she didn't particularly care what the stakes were.