SEVEN NATION ARMY

Argent knew the rules of war, knew how it worked. As the body fell beneath her she moved away, crimson gaze placed upon all those present. There were outnumbered Glaciems, but the Queen could not help yet. No, she was ranked, and she had strategy. The Zaldun family was a family of knights, born with heart beats like war drums and blood filled with adrenaline, heads beaten with strategy until it stuck. Oh, she had strategy alright. There was a reason Isardis trusted her by his side, after all.
She moved away from the group, placing herself on the watch on the periphery of the battle. Legs spread evenly apart, limbs bending, weight evenly distributing, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, head lowered to align with her spine, neck scrunched, tail lashing out behind her, chin tucked, jaws parted, claws biting into the soil, toes spread, eyes narrowed and ears pinned back. She sighted Satis challenging for a man, and then another answering that challenge. The Queen wasted no time; the black man with the diamond on his head was to be her prisoner.
Lifting her head up, she sounded a claim upon the apparently ranked Valhallan, settling her head back into position a moment after. She was ready for what came at her, if it would come at her at all.

ARGENT vs. ???? for CORMALIN

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