Dance with the devil

Atreyu didn't miss the look of annoyance on the white and black male's face. Good, he did remember her. She didn't make a habit of being forgettable, when you were colored as she was it was difficult not to stand out. Alaric glanced at his companions, asking if her companion would be joining them. "Don't underestimate him too much, he has survived worse than you." Tensing her muscles and rolling her shoulders forward, Atreyu watched as he whispered to his companions, unable to hear what he said. Looking to Bigs, Atreyu gave a wink to the Chinese Crested mix, then leaned down to pick up her blade. Widening her stance for balance, there was a burning, hurtful anger in her eyes. It wasn't directed at Alaric, not completely, but it was there.

Keeping her tail parallel to the ground for balance, Atreyu flexed her claws to feel the dirt beneath them. She had more than one weapon in her arsenal and she was ready to prove herself. Her mother would have told her it wasn't about the victory, only that she learned from the encounter. A tear formed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. 'Your move,' he said, spitting the words at her with a smirk. Atreyu nodded, glancing between the trio before lunging forward with her blade in her mouth, hook pointed toward Alaric. Once she got close enough to him, she would aim a swipe of her galaxy blade at his left foreleg. Bigs rushed forward in the direction of Maul, aiming his teeth at the massive dog's right foreleg in hopes of taking a bite then dashing away at top speed to circle around them.