Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

The cold air stung Enyo’s scarred face as Flare’s words slithered into her ears, but instead of anger, she felt a strange, bubbling amusement. A low, guttural laugh rolled from her chest. It was sharp and laced with bloodthirsty joy. She threw her head back slightly, allowing the sound to ripple out into the quiet pines. It wasn’t just a laugh- it was a predator’s delight. A reaction to prey making the fatal mistake of thinking it could fight back.

Flare’s pathetic attempt to insult her was nothing more than noise. Weakness? The word from his mouth was a joke, a flimsy dagger thrown at a mountain. It slid right off her like water over stone. "That’s adorable," she sneered, her voice thick with scorn. "I didn’t realize you were still this desperate."

The clang of his armor as he twisted away and the shift in his thick fur irritated her, but only slightly. Enyo thrived in the heat of battle, and each failed strike only sharpened her resolve. Flare snapping toward her head was predictable. Too predictable. His teeth scraped air as she jerked her head back with a fluid movement, her eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation.

"Try harder, worm," she muttered with a wicked grin, the bloodlust in her eyes unwavering.

Without missing a beat, she threw her full weight forward, closing the gap between them like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. Her powerful limbs churned through the slurry snow, and her claws bit into the cold earth beneath her as she aimed a brutal, calculated strike at his side.

She wasn’t gentle, she never was. The movement was meant to slam into him, an aggressive assault designed to overwhelm him. She sought to shove him hard into the snow-covered ground, force him into the dirt where he belonged, using her size to press her advantage.

Her jaws snapped at the air just shy of his muzzle, but never reckless. Every movement was deliberate, controlled chaos. It wasn’t just about winning. It was about showing him that even at his best, he paled in comparison to her.

"This all you've got?" she taunted between movements, her breath fogging in the chill.

Her muscles rippled beneath the weight of her armor as she pressed on relentlessly. This was a game she loved. The pushing, prodding, giving just enough space to bait him into mistakes should he make them. If he thought his words held any weight, she would make sure to show him that actions were the only thing that mattered here.

Each missed snap or deflected strike only fueled her more. She thrived on this dance of blood and steel, her focus razor-sharp and unwavering. Flare’s attempts to anger her were nothing more than sparks trying to catch fire in a storm. He would tire long before she did.

She laughed again, louder this time, with a cruel edge. "You call me weak," she snarled, her voice a blade aimed right at his pride. "Do you even know what strength is?"

Every muscle in her body was alive with energy, ready to strike again. Her tail flicked sharply, her armor clinking like a war drum. She was in control now, and it was clear from the way she moved. Every step. Every strike. Every word a testament to the simple truth:

Flare was nothing more than a temporary amusement, and soon, like all weak things, he would break.

ENYO vs Flare for DOMINANCE
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Canine caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Daedric armor
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Snow Owl, gender - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Berserker (Bard from Rougarou)


"SPEECH"