"Hey," Orlaith was on a prowl, as she scorched through the forest in a blaze of a fury. She had grown so dull, and despite displaying being at peace, with the peace.. It was a damn lie. She enjoyed the sanctuary of no discord within the court, but longed for a waltz. 

"Fionn, I want a duel." So she, like the beast she was presenting herself as, the fire-fairy called out to the other warrior, in a fit of energy. She wanted to fight.

She was pleased he was quick to accept, and she was quick to move in for the attack. Already did the warrior bend low to the ground, the usuals tucks, and the quick thrust toward Fionn! She only wished to have a spree of movements, a scurry of attacks, the rush of victory! Orlaith aimed to simply tackle her foe down in a quick defeat.

Spars were always a pleasant activity within the previous court, as they were so peaceful that Orlaith could do nothing else, besides constantly challenge. She remembered a few times coming after Fionn, sometimes it was a win, but sometimes it was a loss. She didn't have a perfect streak, no one could, but she always pretended she had, and never spoke of the losses. The guard wanted to be ontop, and believed with those who don't have a winning line, shouldn't do so.

She had to catch her breath once the fellow warrior knocked her stomach, and promptly backed up he did so. Though she wasn't going to relent, and lunged forward toward his neck in a hopeful pin, thinking Orlaith could land one before he could get back up.

She did not manage to what was desired, but managed an injury nontheless. An unfortunate incident in a spar, she thought, licking the small amount of red that stained her teeth. However he didn't relent, and rather proposed a stance of challenge. With a grin arrogancy, she did what he expected, a charge toward the silver beast.

Orlaith snapped at the air, charging full-forth like a raging flame, ready to burn her fellow warrior.

Their fangs collided, snarls erupting into the forest, like a true battle amongst foes. Saber swords climaxing against each other as they shoved and slammed their endless teeth before each other. Even though Fionn, delicate and high as Orlaith saw him, was still a warrior amongst the faes.

But she knew between their constant intermingling of fangs, would never end. The flaming wolf twisted her body, a attempted slam against him so while still a flurry of teeth raining upon. She hoped with her sheer muscle and mass alone, could try in an attempt to knock him down once more.

Orlaith took advantage of the weakened moment. She collided to try and make sure he would stay in position, and continue to go down upon him. Determined, to win the fight, she still had her fangs snarled in attack, if she had an unsuccessful pin, the flame was ready to rain another flurry of fangs.

"Give?" The guard growled out.

"It's been a while, should do it again yeah?" Orlaith laughed while getting off him, letting the male readjust himself after the beating. She hadn't felt that relief in a while, especially with how much pent up energy the guard has been keeping. "Let's go get a drink of water."