Somehow she had found herself out on the battlefield. The large woman was restless since her encounter with Sin. Something burned in her about him, and that rarely happened. Her gray eyes would search for something, locking in tune with a smaller female with strange gray markings. Although maybe Amachi shouldn't be judging strange because of her own coat. The stranger seemed to be looking for a spar. Maybe it would be a good chance to distract herself as she walked silently up to the woman. Mouth slightly open for a moment as she dipped her head to her.
"Amachi Mackury, it'd be a pleasure to spar with you." of course if something more came out of it Amachi wouldn't mind that either. Her tail flicking back and forth, she would wait to set up her defenses. Her last spar she had lost, this one she was determined that she needed to get out of her rustiness. Otherwise she would become useless to her pack.
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