Fuel to the Flame

Ravana’s muscles coiled, her eyes glinting with sharp, hungry anticipation as Aresenn’s signal sliced through the tense air. The command was clear, but her mind twisted it into something sharper, something darker—a challenge wrapped in the pretense of unity. So she would test them, push and pull until any weakness buckled. Her father wanted chaos, and she was happy to deliver. Overwhelm them.

She lunged forward, a low, sleek shadow against the open field, her gaze briefly flicking over Xina, Ludovic, and Zagan. They looked poised, ready, but she knew even the strongest resolve could fracture with enough pressure. She smirked, a wicked thrill rising as she veered toward a gap in their formation, feinting one way only to switch, testing their reaction time and communication. All for the sake of gathering information, she laughed as she circled them like a predator would prey.

Her thoughts whirled, seeking the potential fractures in their defenses. Show me where you break, she thought, her pulse racing in time with her stride.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"