fisty cuffs

The sun was starting to set so she figured she had plenty of time for one more spar before she should head back home and get some rest. Although she was plenty comfortable with the darkness, she didn't like leaving her children alone. Perhaps it would've been smart to collect a few and bring them with her to watch her fight, to study her to better themselves, but hindsight was twenty-twenty. Next time, certainly, though many had already proven their skill and ability. Cadaver and Illusion were strong, fit, and well on their way to ranking up upon their first birthday she was sure. Her others likely weren't far behind, once they found an area to excel in at least.

Taking a quick drink from a nearby pond, Widow moved back towards the center of the area she had chosen for this spar and took a deep breath. She was starting to get a bit tired, but one couldn't always expect to be well rested before every battle. What if the next raid came while they were sleeping, or after a hard day of training? She wanted to be ready for whatever came her way, and so despite the ache she felt from her bruises she would press on. Dipping her head back, she called out for the last time this evening and challenged anyone nearby to come and take her on.

"Speech!"