Rising Sun Valley Acid Tongue

So this one wanted to play, so be it. The dark women allowed a grin to take place upon that muzzle. "I know whom I am, but do you?" It matter little if this one knew who Morgäna was, it was highly unlikely but alas the women knew that family name was known to some. Or so she believed, then again she equally knew it could not be..which was all fine and dandy to the assassin. Alas, this one knew nothing of the one they were facing, for Morgäna was far more then some pretty face or air headed lass a part of a simple pack.

But of course Morgäna would keep such on the down low and simply wait to see what this women's actions would be. Holding her ground still and staring this..weakling in the eyes, she was confident and not backing down. The dark women had already claimed this kill and if it came to fighting over it, so be it. Morgäna could very well care for her own wounds after such a rough and tumble, for she was hardly afraid of getting down and dirty when such required it. Yet those inner demons were demanding to come out to play, perhaps she would let them demanding on the situation before her.