Moonspear the very best, that no one ever was

They were the perfect trifecta, really; Hydra with her strength and skill, Alya with her keen sense of direction and stamina, and then finally Lyra who was simply quick on her feet. They all had their seperate strengths but, together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Pitted against one another, however, was a different story. The sheer force of Hydra would always overpower Lyra no matter how fleet she was. Especially now that her escape had been interrupted.

When the impact that she was expecting was replaced with a gentle nip, the girl peeked open one eye — having closed them as she braced herself — and stared pointedly at her sister. Oh. She offered her a small, grateful grin at her question. "I'm fine," she said softly with a nod, though a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes. Like a snake, she quickly struck with her teeth to give her sister a playful nip on her shoulder, leaping away just as fast with her tail waving over her back. "You're it!" This time, however, she did not run, instead inviting her warrior sister to a sort of spar where she was determined to learn how to dodge incoming attacks.