Fastný's last battle had been tough. She and Liran had to go eight rounds to determine a winner, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She liked being challenged and challenging others in return, and she hoped that this second round would be similar. The victory felt nice to have, but of course she had followed in her father's footsteps and thanked Liran for his hard-fought battle. How could she not? Even if her father wasn't the god of chivalry she would have felt the need to congratulate him on a hard-fought spar.
Now she had a new opponent, one that was born into these lands as she was. She nodded her head to him in greeting. "The best of luck to you, brother," she said, moving forward slowly as she had done the last time. Darting forward when she was a few paces away, she lunged and struck out with her paw, hoping to connect and score a point.