If You're Gonna Lie

Perhaps with the help of her opponents affinity for pain Banshee seemed to be able to pull out the victory. Red coated the strange woman's pelt as Banshee removed her fang's from the Dire Wolf's flesh. Each fang dripped with crimson blood as she took a few steps back. Various parts of her body rang with pain but the adrenaline allowed her to ignore it for now. An eager tongue flicked against her fangs as she stretched out four sore legs. The yearling raised her head with a thick grin, "I am Banshee Fatalis of the Ashen Armada." A pause. "It was a pleasure fighting with you." Perhaps her own tone held some of that flirtatious purring. With that the younger gal turned and ran in the direction she came. Eager to patch up her wounds back home.

-exit banshee-