Arrow Lake Blood of my Blood

Short fading post! I'll get it arcived!

Lavakho scoffed. Kicked his ass? She may have bested him in the meadow, but the fight had been close. If Lavakho hadn't tired so quickly, it would have been her face down in dirt instead. "She's wrong," he sneered arrogantly. However, despite Kivi's exaggeration of her victory, Lavakho knew full-and-well that she had earned it.  She was damn good and would eventually make a valuable asset.  But, asset or not, it didn't stop Lavakho from being sufficiently bitter.

"She'll get what's coming to her," he mused ominously before he began to descend the mountain.  "You coming?  'Course he would.  The Dotharan didn't belong on the mountaintop, and Lavakho held no intention to stick around.  Lavakho wouldn't spend another minute on that damn mountain.