Silver Creek a court held in ashes

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Dysis has full HP at 20. She rolled a 10 for damage here.

The demonesses blinding fury seemed to burn brighter as she recognized the old acquaintance in front of her by the familiar drawl of his voice from a pristine maw. The same spoiled pup that she remembered had only grown into the paw prints of the parents before him with a towering figure to match, but it would take much more than a difference in size to deter her salivating temptation to fight. The screams of her now slain family propelled her forth. If my God wants a fight, he shall have it.

The taunt was all the invitation the large female needed to advance. Dysis stalked to his awaiting figure with the fearsome grace only a predator could exude; she only stopped when there remained a lunges distance between the two of them. The hot breath from her quickly rising and falling chest washing over her opponent as the adrenaline continued to climb. A standoff to the death. A mirror image of the exact reason the two were now alone together. The last of their kind.

The wolf that she was before the war would have called off the tussle now, but the vengeful demoness inside of Dysis was now in control. She knew her Gods would stand behind her in defending their glory. There was a click of the teeth before she lowered herself to the ground and lunged. The woman wanted to taste the metallic blood from Leonidas' veins. She wanted to feel his ribs break beneath her jaws. Her bite was aimed for the area behind his shoulder upon his ribs in an effort to immobilize him with pain, and she put all of her weight into the grand slam behind it. Even if the bite was not to land, she would hopefully have the upper hand in throwing him off balance.