Fastný watched her opponent step up to the little patch of dirt they'd be fighting in. He didn't look like a Stormborn persay, but there were traits about him that reminded her of her home. He was adorned in strange jewelry though, and for a moment she was distracted by its brightness in the sun. She hoped she wouldn't catch the dangly ones from his ear or tail in the fight...this wasn't supposed to really hurt, after all. A few smacks and light bites, perhaps, but nothing more."Best of luck to you, brother," she said as she slowly stalked forward. She wasn't a pushover by any means, but she did sincerely hope he'd do well. Her father was the god of chivalry and some of his domain had certainly rubbed off on her entire litter. She hoped she could make both him and her mother proud in this tournament, as her brother had been beaten in the first round already. He had lost to a Captain though, so it was an honorable defeat.
She moved suddenly, darting forward to try to swing and hit the purple lion's face with her paw.
Velveteen Angel
