Golden Glade Queen of Spades

Another male came in, and Aeronwyn smirked. He lunged at her, and that was expected, though the other did too. She slipped out the way, earning nothing more than painful gashes down her side which adrenaline canceled out. Still, they stung, but she slipped out of their way and spun on her heel, putting a couple meters of distance between the two. "You two seem like stuck-up fools to me. You can not simply anoint yourself king and everyone else pheasant and claim any land you wish to. Not until you have proved yourselves worthy of such a title, and proved others not"

Really? A pheasant? Aeronwyn was far from a pheasant, though this she did not share. This situation was becoming rather difficult, as she had to escape from here and return to Two Rivers before they could track her. She knew many ways to make her trail near invisible, many ways to disappear for a while. But now she tensed, tail lashing, and waited for them to make their move.