Talk Dirty To Me

The ivory Queen would step forth onto the once familiar barren lands of the battlefield, the girl remebering when she had fought Schon here. It was a while back, and things come and go. She had recently made her way back to the place of Alacritis, and when she was away on vacation, she lost most knowledge she held of being a true warrior, and now that she had been accepted into Abaven, she only wanted to be the best for Bass. But, even before all of that happened, she had to get her pretty little ass back to bitchin' warrior Queen. So she tipped her ivory crown back and howled, calling for another one two aid her in the knowledgeable art of war, maybe even another fighter, at that. She would stretch her large, pale bodice and work her muscles before starting with anyone that would appear, wanting to be ready for this nice little spar that they were about to put on. She didn't want something too serious, but she couldn't promise anything on her part, for a bite too deep.