She held back a snort and stretched out, preparing herself for what she hoped would be a good fight. There were some hunters that made her work up a sweat, there were others that put her to sleep. Lyn hoped that Megan would be former. “Whenever you are ready,” she said as she moved into a stance.
With the Vaduva mansion being Megan's homestead until further notice, the cold blooded will to win along with a rather strong disregard to the rules was quickly becoming a challenge that Megan faced often. The realization that a hunter who was more mentally alert, more clever, and more agile than their opponent would not be defeated, had been proven, and now appreciated by the collective. Megan Shields feared no enemy. In fact, her eyes seemed to gleam as she caught her reflection in the dagger she fetched from her things. She looked back at Lyn. "--Only fair, right?" Her body effortlessly slipped into a fighter's stance; muscles tightening as she appraised Lyn. "Since, you have claws, I've got this."
