as we collide
08-24-2013, 05:23 PM
She would respond to the call immediately, letting Cormalin and Gideon scout somewhat ahead. No point of wasting her energy before the fight even started. When she arrived at the battlefield, she paused near the back of the gathering, noting that three of her members were already there. If the ivory king was smart, he wouldn't push this into anything more than a challenge for Liberty's freedom - because Valhalla would work as a unit whether he wanted it to or not - they were a call away, especially with Gideon and Cormalin here to aide her in calling for the pack if need be.
For now though, she would focus on her fight, and her fight alone in hopes that it would be the only fight.
Hopes that might just be shattered by Gideon's mouthing off. The woman sighed at her husband's antics, although his blatant disrespect for the man that disrespected her at her own borders didn't register as something that she immediately had to correct. "I will handle this." She told him, standing beside him for a moment. Should anything happen, she trusted him to fight - although that didn't mean she wouldn't set him straight after all of this was over. If she wanted to taunt her opponents, she would rather do it herself.
Glancing at Argent, she was tempted to bite back at her comment, but there really was no point. Childish arguments were not what she had come here for. "Try not to start a war on your own." With that she would look to Cormalin - he would watch over Surreal and Azalea she hoped, and send them to Valhalla should things get too dangerous for them.
"Isardis, it's been too long." She said simply, standing before the King. Her eyes were narrowed, alight with the prospect of a proper fight. Her head was lowered over her throat and her legs spread for balance while her nails dug into the ground. The woman's tail was tucked out of the way for now, but would move along with her for balance once the fight started. She left space between them enough to look him in the eye and react to any sudden movements. The King was the one that wanted to fight - and so she would give man the first move. He left so much room for her to wonder just why he was so impossibly confident with himself - was there a reason? Should there be, she would find out.
"Well? Impress me.' Her hackles raised along her neck and spine and she pulled her shoulders forward to protect the sides of her neck. She was ready whenever he was.
attacks: none
defenses: eyes narrowed, head lowered, legs spread for balance, tail tucked out of the way, hackles raised, shoulders rolled,
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For now though, she would focus on her fight, and her fight alone in hopes that it would be the only fight.
Hopes that might just be shattered by Gideon's mouthing off. The woman sighed at her husband's antics, although his blatant disrespect for the man that disrespected her at her own borders didn't register as something that she immediately had to correct. "I will handle this." She told him, standing beside him for a moment. Should anything happen, she trusted him to fight - although that didn't mean she wouldn't set him straight after all of this was over. If she wanted to taunt her opponents, she would rather do it herself.
Glancing at Argent, she was tempted to bite back at her comment, but there really was no point. Childish arguments were not what she had come here for. "Try not to start a war on your own." With that she would look to Cormalin - he would watch over Surreal and Azalea she hoped, and send them to Valhalla should things get too dangerous for them.
"Isardis, it's been too long." She said simply, standing before the King. Her eyes were narrowed, alight with the prospect of a proper fight. Her head was lowered over her throat and her legs spread for balance while her nails dug into the ground. The woman's tail was tucked out of the way for now, but would move along with her for balance once the fight started. She left space between them enough to look him in the eye and react to any sudden movements. The King was the one that wanted to fight - and so she would give man the first move. He left so much room for her to wonder just why he was so impossibly confident with himself - was there a reason? Should there be, she would find out.
"Well? Impress me.' Her hackles raised along her neck and spine and she pulled her shoulders forward to protect the sides of her neck. She was ready whenever he was.
attacks: none
defenses: eyes narrowed, head lowered, legs spread for balance, tail tucked out of the way, hackles raised, shoulders rolled,
move 0 of 3