Moonspear little monster

Her daughters observation was met with a nod. Their flanks heaved with the effort of their exertion; but that was only after the battle. It is good to know when your opponent is getting tired, she commended, wanting Vega to know that she had not been wrong to note as much. More importantly, though, she hummed: they will go again. Your brothers energy is always swift to return. Yours, too, came her knowing words, gaze falling back to the brothers. One grew irate at the others consistent pawing.

And it seeemed as though their breath had been caught again. Up went the fallen soldier to battle again, and Hydra advised: watch which way they go. Who favors what direction. Many fighters have habits, Hydra had realized when she grew older. It was why her own style was so varied. It makes them predictable. You can sometimes anticipate what is next to come, Hydra watched her sons, asking Vega as she did: do you see any indicators of this? Perhaps she did not yet know their habits, not as Hydra did. But then when you were in the moment, and you did not know this, she likely would not—but now? Now, Vega might see it.