"Dotharl. You sure you want to scrap with me?"
"You insult me by asking, Riil! Or are you scared of a true opponent, rather than that preening fool at the Dawn Throne?"
Grinning broadly and bouncing on the balls of her feet, Ava stretches her arms. Across from her, a feral expression, baring fangs, graces Sadu's faces as fire plays across her fingertips.
Lunging forward, Ava laughs in exhilaration as a fireball immediately detonates in her face, charging through the flames unheeding.
This is going to be fun.
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Both women panting heavily, Ava pins Sadu to the ground, straddling her waist, her fingers hooked under some of the beads adorning the Xaela's chest.
Both of them bruised and burned, the ground around them still smoking and pitted in places, they lock eyes, too exhausted to form words.
Long moments pass, both hearts racing, before Sadu suddenly moves, her lips crashing against Ava's. Fangs scape on the Viera's lip and moments later, tongues are warring.
Eagerly kissing back, Ava grins against the smaller woman's lips as a feral snarl sounds in Sadu's throat and the Dotharl pushes off the ground, flipping the pair over.
Wrapping her arms around the snarling woman, Ava growls back in turn, eagerly anticipating this new fight.
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