Redsand Canyon Voithó

She did not understand the first words to fall off of his tongue, but it triggered a reaction in her brain. Upon the question, in English, she found herself responding in her own native tongue without realizing it. “Да. Я готов.” She had seen spars happen in her life, and even now she had done quite a few with wolves in Mereo, particularly with Germanicus and Kallik as she started to learn the basics of how to properly engage in a fight. It was one thing to watch, and another thing to do.
 
She had seen much before, been through even more… and in her time, she had seen the way wounds had affected those she treated. In many ways, her role as a healer in the midst of a war had helped her greatly. She knew exactly where to hit in order to be effective, to take a man out at his knees if she needed to… the only question was if she was smart enough to find a way. She shifted, settling herself in a defensive position as she eyed him, uncertain if she should make the first move or not. There were still many things to learn.