Fuel to the Flame

Sericea steeled herself as Aresenn's piercing gaze locked with her own, his words igniting a spark of determination deep within her core. His instructions echoed in her mind, each one a challenge she yearned to meet head-on. The prospect of testing her siblings' unity, of pushing them to their limits, sent a thrill racing through her veins.

She flexed her claws, feeling the dry earth crumble beneath them as she shifted her weight, poised to strike at a moment's notice. The russet fur along her spine bristled with anticipation, her muscles coiled tight like springs ready to unleash their potential energy. Her eyes narrowed, focus sharpening to a razor's edge as she studied the formation before her.

Sericea's heart raced as Aresenn's command rang out across the clearing. Begin! In a flash she was off, russet fur rippling over lean developing muscles as she charged forward. Her sharp eyes flicked between her targets, analyzing their formation even as her paws pounded the earth.

Xina stood proud at the point, the spearhead - but Sericea knew her sister's impulsive nature could leave gaps. She feinted right, then cut sharply left, testing Xina's reaction time- a distraction. No. Her target was Zagan. With a playful smirk, she bore down on the anchor of their formation, intent on seeing just how steadfast his defense would prove.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"