Sheepeater Cliff BLADE ARTS II

The adder prowled through the cover of night, weaving through the territories in search of the strongest warriors.

Tonight, she had found one.

Grackle hadn't snuck up on him deliberately—sneaking was for cowards, and she was anything but. Her step was naturally quiet despite her large frame, and now she emerged from the tall grasses with a confident chuff.

Hey! You! she barked, her voice sharp and challenging, raising an accusatory paw. Fight me! The command was sharp, almost absurd in its directness.

She sauntered closer, muscles rippling under the sleek, oil-slick coat. I’m out of shape and I’ve got a dumbass I need to beat. You look like you could give me a challenge.