Pollux's first fight of the day.
It was time to show off her training, all these months with Nyra, Nephthys and that other yearling, it was concerning that none of them arrived like had been planned. But, whatever. Problem for another day.
Pollux was up against a grown woman, and she looked as polite as could be as she circled Fleetwood, poised, concentrated. Surely, they way Polly was acting, she wasn't a fighter right?
And then she struck, in and out again with a snap of her teeth, aiming for the flank since this wasn't a proper fight, it was a dance.