LIKE A SWORD NEEDS A WHETSTONE

Oh, she was in a bit of a mood. The departure of Taurig and the tension of Valhalla had left Argent bloodthirsty, and the warrioress desired to tear something apart. She arrived at the borders with her defenses set; limbs spread equally apart, bent, weight evenly distributed, body lowered to produce a lower center of gravity, toes spread, tail lashing behind her for balance, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws parted, eyes narrowed and ears pinned back.

She lifted her jaws up, summoning someone to battle her. Would any dare to answer the summons of the Duchess? She certainly hoped so. The silver knight was a fair fighter, despite her temper, and she would certainly hope that others would find her to be a good opponent. Nonetheless, she also hoped that she wouldn?t be left waiting for long. She wanted to test herself, and what better way than to do battle?

ARGENT vs. SEPHIROTH for SPAR/PACK HONOR
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