I Don't Want Peace

It felt as though it took ages for an opponent to find her, but finally the gods smiled down upon the girl and a lump of red flesh appeared before her. Their energies melded with an electric crackle. Both young wolves were full of anger, their mental cups overflowing. It was hard to focus, but Sid could feel it. The red ones anger thrummed, resonating with her own. It was time.

As the boy rushed her, Siduri prepared herself. She was equally kitted out in clawed bracers which she used as she sidestepped, lashing out with one sharp set of claws with the intent to trip him up and cut into his long legs. Sid could feel the burning in her shoulder where his teeth had grazed her but the adrenaline was too high. The anger too thick. Her vision ran red and Siduri was gone. Someone else took her place. With teeth and claws, she continued to fight.

"Siduri"