(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/890/275/large/pablo-fernandez-dragon-rider-final-3.jpg?1502037399)<br/><strong>Wrath<br/>Road to the Valenlands<br/>Tag: Taris</strong><br/>Wrath's Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BHKLVr_Cxw)<br/><br/>(Fucks sake forgot Taris horse. I am silly. Horse will have retreated away, without running off entirely though, from the immediate area as well.)<br/><br/>Jeska stared at Taris, sniffing her nose. "Oh so it's you. Neat... couldn't tell ya know.. with..." She waved her hand infront of her face, to indicate the mask Taris was wearing.<br/><br/>"Yeah, turns out ye're not supposed ta keep it in ta not bleed ta death or some-shit, healers are fucken stoopid. Should'a known. Never listen' ta 'em if ya wanna stay alive and or have fun." She explained, about the axe, rubbing her chin.. then, suddenly she grinned a wide grin at Taris, looking at her.<br/>"Hoh, Ye'll win? Now dat's da spirit." She said, trying to seize Taris up, obviously.<br/><br/>The amulet flew towards the woman that had identify in name and presence as Wrath and impacted her chest, clattering to the ground. She'd made no motion to catch it at all, her eyes lazily wandering down to it. If she held any sympathy for her servants demise, she surely showed none. "Hmn. Talon? Oh, right.. yeah been there, done that, didn't really get along with all da.. rules, so A quit. Ye're a hawken gal right? Ya'll make too big o' a deal outta dis stuff, .. that said!" She nodded, sharp but lazy eyes wandering back up to Taris now.<br/><br/>"If it helps ya get into the mood, Hawken's soldiers are weak 's shit. Talons are weak 's shit, and yer emperor is a fucken coward." She grinned now, straightening herself and picking up that sword-smiths nightmare that was her weapon, scarred and scraped in countless battles by the looks of it, just like this warrior herself. Now that her shoulders weren't as hunched over anymore, Taris realized just what a size difference there was. Wrath stood taller than most normal human women, looking down at her not by attitude, but design of nature.<br/><br/>"Why's ya think there's been no Talons send ta kill me or bring me back eh? A'ma tell ya why. Because none of 'em got what it takes! Dun like what A'm saying, well then! Let's fight ta the death, Taris of Nothing!" She challenged, her priorly lazy voice now revibrating with force, as she lifted her large, battered blade and pointed it straight at Taris. She could feel that thing cutting at her from way over where Jeska was standing. Then, she lowered her blade again, grinning.. and leaving herself completely open.<br/><br/>"Show me what ya can do." She invited with a wave of her hand. "C'mon, go ahead. Ya got the first strike free! Blade or spell.. Bow or sword." She noted Taris weaponry, that grin remaining cheerful on her lips, all of her prior laze and wearyness seeming to melt off of her as Taris stood in opposition to her still.<br/>"If ya want ta, ya can even aim for ma head, try an' take me down with yer first shot. Come on, Taris! What's it gonna be, fight one day as a dragon or live a lifetime as a fly!" She encouraged, again, making no move to strike first.<br/><br/><em>Wrath Intentionally fails her inititative.</em>