HORRIBLE SANITY

She is annoyed. Not because she truly holds ambition against her opponent (although that isn?t to say they won?t be punished; mortals must learn their place, and Virgil has a message to send). Alas, today is a good day for the Empress to showcase her abilities. She is a god, and she will crush her opponent without question. No other option runs through her head; today is a stepping stone towards Olympian domination.
As she walks, her defenses settle into place. Legs spread equally apart, weight evenly distributing across all four limbs, knees bent, weight and center of gravity lowered, toes spread, claws biting into the soil for traction, tail lashing out behind her, hackles raised, head lowered to align with her spine, shoulders rolled, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws parted, eyes narrowed, and ears pinned back. For a moment she debates attempting to approach from behind her opponent, but the thought is strictly shut down. Such tactics are for cowards; a god has no reason to cower.

She arrives, poised and enraged, ready to invoke her wrath. ?Virgil Olympus, matriarch of the Olympus family and Empress of Amenti. Your move, challenger,? she says coolly, caring little for her opponent?s name. It is her opponent who will have to initiate the fight; Virgil has what she wants, it is Six who wants to take it.

VIRGIL vs. SIX for AMENTI
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