shaking off the rust

Vanta had been chasing the trail of the thieving rogue so long, that she'd almost forgotten what she had planned to do once she found him. Chances were that the man would refuse to simply give back her beloved bracers, and if that was the case, Vanta would have no other choice but to fight for them in true Fatalis fashion.  It had been a while though - a long while - since she'd had any practice at all on anything that wasn't a lowly prey animal or a hot headed predator. To guarantee her the win, Vanta needed a refresher.

Stepping up to find a clear space among the bloodstained grass, the woman sent out her challenge in the form of a powerful howl. She was seeking a skilled opponent - one who wouldn't be offended when they inevitably got their ass handed to them by a girl.

"Speech"