Lylith could feel her anger fizzling and the interest in fighting was dying out, as well. Not long ago she didn’t want to stop, clinging to Valeska like a dog resource guarding their newest chew toy. But now, it was feeling tedious. The yearling grit her teeth, ready to be done with the entire event and festivities— but what would happen when she did stop? A twisting coil of sickening heat could be felt in her belly. Stopping would mean having to face reality again, wouldn’t it?
The girl sighed, her expression dull as she wondered what would be her next escape from sorrows. What was she to do when the tournament ended? Lylith blinked a few times, trying to ignore what was to come.
For the time being, she still had this distraction. Lylith ran forward, her jaws ajar and eager to snap in the other’s face.