En garde!

Though it might not look like it Ophie was a very busy pup. She took her duties as a Fatalis oh so very seriously and such it was very important that she trained day and night to be the best girl she could be. Or at least that's what she told herself as she brandished a twig like a sword and swung it through the air, battling several invisible but very powerful assailants. She swished and slashed, twirling with all the grace of a dog clumsily chasing its tail, as she held them all back. The odds weren't looking good, it was a one vs eight but Ophie was confident in her abilities and why wouldn't she be? She came from a long line of mighty warriors, each more fierce than the last, there was no doubt in her mind that she would emerge victorious, even if the battle was long and hard fought.

She let out a mighty-if not muffled--HYAAAH as she rushed forward, lancing an enemy through the chest and then she twisted her neck and sent them hurting into the another. Two down, six to go. They would all soon learn what a grave mistake they'd made to even think of trespassing on Armada territory!