Firefly Ravine I was born to be free

Raleska seemed to be taking her advice to heart, which was a good thing because it was damn good advice.  She appreciated the attention and sincere reaction, though, and it warmed her even more to the younger girl.  Leg was already (painful) bygones.

Pirate, she corrected, then smirked.  Though fighting's part of it.  We just know that anyone who tells you any fight has to be fair is full of shit.  No fight's ever fair, and you do what you do to win.   In a choice between death or dishonor she'd generally choose the latter, unless it went against her own code, which divorced quite a bit from most 'warriors' she'd known.  Running? Fine, less there's something worth staying for.  Backstab? Fine, long as no one watching is important and cares.

Warriors tended to die with honor a little too often for her taste.