The majority of Queenie's time had been devoted to border patrol. It had been boring work back at the old territory, but now that they had actual neighbors, she was much more enthusiastic about her shifts at the front line. At the time of Cass's call, Queenie was just beginning her rounds, but she knew that that howl promised something much more interesting.
It wasn't a long journey from the depths of the vale to the peak where Cass had situated herself, and it was only made to seem quicker by Queenie's own giddiness. Ready?
she barked from a few yards away, completely prepared for immediate action.
The silent approach was all that Queenie needed; the first round had begun. Writing a faint smile onto her maw, she mimicked Cass's stalk, trying to find the weakest point of the girl's body. Even for a mercenary as unconventional as Steph, there was a certain level of strategy to her method. If she was going to fight, then she was fighting to
win.
At least, that's how Queenie had planned it. The fates seemed to have a different idea in mind, as when she went to lunge for the first hit, her jaws missed Cass's hock by the faintest of distances. Quick to recover, she laughed off her mistake and waited for her opponent's quick retalitation.
It seemed like neither of them was going to be getting a break. Both of the initial hits missed, but unlike Cass, Queenie wasn't left at her opponent's mercy. She caught the girl's smile and matched it with one of her own as she dove forward and knocked Cass over onto her side. Queenie was now straddling the other merc, leaving the entirety of her midsection open for an attack; she was winning, everything else had slipped her mind.
The spar seemed to be over by then, so (reluctantly) Queenie detatched herself and made her way back home.