Rumble Tumble Hoe down

After two spars, Kali figured she ought to have at least one more in her before she called it a day. Her muscles ached and a slight sheen of sweat dappled her golden-masked brow, but she knew it was all for her betterment. The Cherubim was certainly egotistical, there was no debate about that, but she also knew that her bark needed to be backed up with bite. All talk and no action would get her nowhere, especially not in their world, and so she once again tilted her head back and let loose a howl, calling for a final challenger. Maybe they would give her a run for her money.