You wish you never met her at all

Empousa made her way to the battlefield, she had an itch to scratch, and that the way to scratch it was a brawl. She wondered just who would come to face her today, she wouldn't hold anything back. Even though all she wanted was a friendly spar, it doesn't mean she wouldn't still cause a bruise or bite mark or two. Red eyes scanned the area taking it in and searching the grounds for an opponent. Not finding one within her line of sight she lets her head lift upon her shoulders and lets out a call searching for one.

Then she would sit her ass down, and wait for her sparring partner to come. Ready to have the familiar taste of blood coating her mouth and the adrenaline rush that came with spars.

"Speach"