We are the warriors of tomorrow

Daphne might have missed Duncan’s first comment about making Art and Rudy the best, but her nostrils silently flared when she realised she was the only girl. No matter, she had every intention to show them all.

Daphne’s ears instinctively turned against her skull at the mention of ear ripping, her throat tucking out of affrontment rather than defence. She wondered if their mother had lost her eye in a fight, but she had no intention of asking. Daphne quickly realised she was being a bit of a tense baby and adjusted her stance to better match that of Duncan. There wasn’t anyone here trying to rip off her ears and poke out her eyes right now, and if she learned this well, then maybe they wouldn’t get a chance.

It didn’t feel natural to pull her tail under her belly when she wasn’t in trouble, so Daphne left hers hanging between her legs. She could pull it up if she had to, but she really didn’t see a reason to make herself small in this intimate gathering. Also the thought of trying to bite a boy there? It sent bile to the back of her throat. Disgusting. With her size she’d probably be hard pressed to find someone tall enough for it to ever be a consideration anyway.

Her body straightened and her brows drew down at the question about rules. "If someone is trying to make you dead you better make them dead first." Her mismatched eyes all but bored into her blue coated brother. Spars were one thing, but Duncan was talking about raids and scary stuff like that. "I won’t forgive you if you don’t." That should settle that. Her casting gaze made it clear that went for all of them.

"speech".