Fight The Dying Light

The monochrome Daimyo is not kept waiting long as a small, pudgy, brown puppy soon bounds into the ring. A grin splits her maw as he introduces himself and the girl stands to offer him a formal bow of greeting. Straightening up, Seere returns the introduction, saying, “I am your cousin, Seere Klein-Destruction. A Daimyo of Ashen.” With that out of the way she beckons the pup closer as she explains the reason for the call, “I asked you out here because all good princes are great fighters. And I thought, you might like a lesson on how to be a great fighter... am I right?” A brow lifts as she looks at him, a gentle, kind smile on her lips. Even if he didn’t want to be a great fighter, he would still get lessons. But something tells her that would not be an issue.