h-h-hands up, do it right

Iscariot's expression is hard, cold, as she gazes at the fucking bear. Though they weren't uncommon this far north, they usually don't have the gal to actually speak. Bristling as the beast appears, and fixing her with narrowed eyes. Ears flattening back against her skull, taking a step backwards and allowing her hackles to raise down her back. There's no hope in her looking large, but her expression is intense. Dire. She has questions, none of which Iscariot plans to answer. Why would she give away her permanent location to a predator? Were there more of her? Though she's the smallest of the Syndicate ranks, she won't paint a target on their backs. "Noneofyourfuckingbusinesstan," words dripping venom. As good a spar as any, and if she meant to kill Riot, she probably wouldn't be giving the first move. Off like a shot, Iscariot rushes the beast head on. Reaching for the pale creature with her teeth, diving for her ankles. Seeking the tender joint, teeth flashing as she snarls and snaps. Close quarters with this severe a size difference would probably be alright, putting herself underfoot. Really, Iscariot wants to spare herself a nasty bite, is all.

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Iscariot vs Saga for spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1
Size: Toy size
Build: Light
Companion 1: Female honduran white bat; 4" wingspan (perception)
Companion 2: Male honduran white bat; 4" wingspan (perception)
Skills: Master Hunter & Advanced Fighter