Horizon Ridge of winter and the bleak cold breath

Lmao. I think Mordecai and Cara probably got along better than they let on. But they definitely clashed on how things should be done. Shall we roll to see if strikes hit or just go with the flow?

It seemed like a harmless game, but usually it was anything but. It was always about survival of the fittest. Her arrogance had always lent her a boldness that would more than likely be her end someday; a fact that Echelon had accepted unconsciously at some point in her young life. His jaws parted to curb her action, but she decided to take it a notch further.

She would drive him away from the slopes one way or another, all over absolutely nothing. It was as though she had found an outlet for the pent up mess of indescribable and incoherent emotions that had been lingering for ages. She had found her event horizon, her tipping point. Closing in on him with a flash of bitterness, she made it clearer than ever that she sought blood. The nips were for naught — Echelon moved for the throat.