Gotta Fight For Your Right

Where had the thing even come from? Scylla had been walking the bank of the little river that ran through the aspens when suddenly: Lion. Why was there a lion here and what did it think it was doing? The girl tried asking it to leave, but everyone knew that cats were stupid. It simply roared at her and began approaching. Great.

Scylla was wearing her armor so she could get used to its weight. As always, she had her dagger strapped to her foreleg. When the feline drew in close, the girl swept her dagger outward, leaving an open gash on one big, tawny foreleg. The lion grunted and swiped out at the girl, but she was already backtracking.

"Scylla"