2 smols verses one soft cow

Maki wasn't much of a warrior, that much was obvious. She had the height for it, all tall and leggy like her Dad, but where were the muscles? The athleticism or grace? Nowhere to be seen apparently, the only real fight she'd gotten into thus far was against her sister Unagi and that had been a puppy slap fight spat more than anything else. Now of course, she could easily imagine dramatic fight scenes and chorography in her head, but it didn't sound as cool when she put it into words and it was even less feasible when she tried to re-enact it herself.

So naturally, she made her way to the battlefield, thinking maybe it would all flow better if she wasn't swatting at things or wolves who weren't really there. It was worth a shot, right?

"Speech"