No One Wants To Be Defeated

There was no need for words.

Wren rushed Medusa, having already beaten her once. Part of her was curious if the slave had the chance to better herself... Of course, she was still annoyed with Habari for keeping her. At least Medusa could get out like this, and see her friends and comrades. This was a test to see if the Habari slave was trying to do what she had told Wren she was going to do. Change things.

Oof, though.

Wren felt knocked, her teeth clattering as Medusa made contact. She reeled her neck back, a part from the blow and part from keeping distance. Euryale screeched above, diving and needing Medusa's tail with her talons. The peregrine tried to distract her or even cause damage to the big wolf. Wren recoiled, but she sprung back like a snake. Already she dove at Medusa's exposed neck.

She tried to dig her teeth into the back of the woman's neck, attempting to hold her there and force her to the ground. It was clear Medusa thought this was more than a simple spar, and Wren wouldn't insult her friend. She would try her best and hope she won. But if Medusa won? No skin off her back.

"Speech"