A matter of pride

Sirius considered her words and eventually agreed, altering the rules a bit so that the one landing the blow could ask the question. Isa nodded in approval, accepting the change. "As you wish, my lord." No matter what tone she used when she addressed him, it always sounded snarky in her head. He was not her lord, nor would he ever be. Isa had no lord. No ruler. No master. He'd learn that eventually.

Isa stood still, considering the dire brute for a moment before she inhaled deeply. The woman rolled her shoulders a bit, bending her neck from side to side. Toes flexed and she leaped forward, dancing towards the giant and utilizing her smaller size to quickly shift directions, her side sliding against his own as she stepped around him. Just like she imagined doing earlier, Isa nipped the tip of the mans tail, giving it a little tug. With her hit landed, she turned to face him, though she circled since they were officially in combat. "What's your biggest regret in life?" He'd better play fair.


"Isa"