A boy is the first on the scene and it takes Warja a second to place him. Aided by his jawing, memories swim to the surface. Ah, yes. The goober who chased after a porcupine. Exasperated at his comment, she simply rolled her eyes at him. His charm was better spent elsewhere.
An older fae arrived and declared that she would be interested in taking up her offer. Armada, huh? Wasn't that the name of the guy that held Kismet and Soren hostage? Despite her misgiving, Warja kept a cool front. It didn't matter one way or the other. She dipped her head politely in greeting before introducing herself. "My name is Warja and indeed, I do." Of course she would. She'd called for a partner, had she not?
Warja was on the verge of setting her defenses when the boy opened his mouth once more. She sighed and fixed a knowing gaze on the elder fae before shrugging humorlessly. There was no cure for stupid. It was best to simply ignore him. Maybe, just maybe, he'd go away.
Pacing away so that several feet separated the two fighters, Warja turned and faced her opponent head on. "Shall we?" Warja had high hopes for this encounter. Satis appeared older than her and therefor was possibly more experienced – just what the young medic was looking for. She was going to be paying close attention to her opponent that was for sure. Maybe she could learn a thing or two.
Without another word she set her defenses. Her eyes narrowed as her ears pressed flat against her skull. Hackles lifted along her spine, standing guard over tensed muscles and rolled shoulders. She bent her knees, widened her stance and centered her weight over splayed toes that gripped the earth with dull talons. To complete her defenses she tucked her tail in the hopes that her belly would be guarded from harm.
Erupting forward, Warja attempted to rapidly close the distance between herself and Satis. She sought to come at her opponent head on, intent on giving the appearance that she planned on ramming straight into the taller fae's chest. At the last second she dodged to her left to change her incoming angle to 175 degrees with the vertex being the center of Satis' chest. Lifting her left forepaw (weight redistributing to accommodate this move), Warja attempted to crush the toes of her opponent's right forepaw with the intent of crippling them. Simultaneously her left shoulder jutted forward in the hopes of driving the meaty side of it into the forward facing side of Satis' right shoulder. The aim was to knock it out of socket and render it useless. To complete her attack, Warja turned her head to her right and tipped her chin up. Her jaws parted, teeth flinging wide in a shower of saliva as she attempted to sink her fangs into her opponent's trachea, hoping to crush the fight out of the oddly marked fae and force her into submission.
