Sawtooth Spire ultraviolence

Sounds good!

She quickly clarified her purpose and Wicked felt some of the tension leave his body as he straightened out somewhat. "Aha," he replied, feigning nonchalance. "I knew that." He cleared his throat, then felt the need to explain, "Remember those uncles I mentioned? They liked to sic the others on me, if not go after me themselves." But I got the last laugh in the end and they're going to burn in hell, he thought, his dark eyes gleaming like live coals.

He didn't give her time to really process that. If it was a spar she wanted, it was a spar she would get! Wicked dropped again, then quickly lunged at her. Her comment about bloodshed led him to believe it not only wasn't the goal, it was to be avoided. Keeping this in mind, he swiped at her with a paw, snapping his fangs harmlessly several inches from her face just for show.