Hello old friend
Banshee
The call of battle filled the air and Banshee happily obliged. Mighty paws kissed the earth with tempered haste. She wasted no time but did not want to wear herself out before a fight. As the babe moved she focused on her breathing to conserve energy. The Wolf who let forth the howl was someone familiar but distant. A call from one of Tyranis' spawn that she spent her early months of life with. Banshee wasn't able to pin point which daughter it was but she could assume their spar would be interesting nontheless. Banshee's answers came as she entered the Battlefield. Baby blue eyes feasted upon the crimson and ash sight of Theta. At this point they had been so far removed that Ban didn't have much of an opinion of the gal. "It's been a while." She couldn't remember the last time they had met. Alas, that did not matter in those moments. Banshee wasn't in the Battlefield to discuss her past but to merely fight. "You can have the first move." The fanged fae hunkered down into a defensive stance in preparation for her opponents attack. Banshee Klein vs Theta for Spar
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