Hideaway Strath Set the stage

War waited in the circle, would likely have waited until dawn, but not that much time passed until a female with bright blue eyes came across her path. War’s muscles tensed, her every being springing with excitement. Yes. A participant. She waited for her to come closer and when she did War would offer her a simple request.

”Fight me.”

It was not stated as a question, it wasn’t a challenge or a dare, but more the sound of an order that she threw at the much smaller female. War took a stance within one side of the circle she had drawn and awaited that the other would assume position, take a stance and ready herself. It was not a friendly request, but a need within War. She had to get it out, had to fight and for her that did not mean she had to win or lose. She had just to fight.

A spar.

Whatever the female accepted or not obviously up to her, but should she refuse War’s request she would lounge toward the blue eyes female and attempt to drag her into the circle. Not hurt her, not to draw blood, but to make a point. This was the saints of the dying light, she hadn’t been here long either, but she knew this much.

You could not refuse a fight. You should not.