I was just a kid

While Widow might not admit to enjoying fighting, she would certainly admit that she didn't like losing. She was taken out just as quickly as she had arrived and it left her more than frustrated. In fact, she was quite pissed off about it and it easily distracted her from the pain she felt in her rear left heel. The older and smaller mans teeth had scraped up the flesh pretty bad, though her ligaments and inner workings seemed to be fine for the most part. It didn't stop her from limping however, but the bandage wrapped around it with an antibacterial salve wasn't very easy to walk with either.

She was stewing around the nook when she heard the call from Veigar searching for a friendly battle. She hadn't taken time to notice how others had done once she failed, so she couldn't help but wonder if he was in the same boat. She hardly felt the need to carry her staff around the packlands, but her cloak remained draped over her to hide the limp and her shame. Even her companions had stayed home, though that was because they had taken over her chores while she let her leg and emotions rest.

Her trajectory changed towards the young man and it wasn't long before she came across him, still waiting on a challenger. Despite her damaged heel, her damaged ego needed a bit of a repair. Maybe getting back to the basics would help, besides she didn't have her staff and companions anyway and calling for them would be silly for a friendly spar. "Don't mind if I do. You start," she said, shrugging off her cloak and tossing it aside.

Widow vs Veigar for Spar
Round 0/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Cat claws - offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Novice Intellectual


"Speech!"

Art by SkeletonDragoness & Code by Skelle 2022