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Just like her opponent, Dusk had also come into the raid distracted. There was something on her mind. Or someone, rather. Ever since she'd kissed Sitri, he was all that she could think about. The dark lady wanted more of him. Lots more. Distracted or no, she was able to shut everything off once she arrived at the battlefield. The skill of a true warrior.

Fiery eyes scanned the crowd. As wolves paired up to begin their fights, Dusk held back, allowing others to choose first. Once a few battles had begun the antlered fae moved towards a smaller wolf. Dusk wouldn't use Whisper unless she had no choice, but she wouldn't take it easy on her opponent. It would be doing the spotted wolf a disservice.

Dusk nodded to the girl, not smiling but friendly enough in a serious sort of way. It seemed that the spotted fae was the serious type as well based on her expression. Maybe they both needed this.

Rushing forward towards her opponent, the obsidian woman rose up onto her hind legs just enough to attempt to wrap her forelegs around the other fae's neck. She would try to use her superior size to knock the girl down and use her claws in moderation to try and hang onto her armor.

"Dusk Carpathius"