FIGHT CLUB;; O, Privateer tryouts

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Fighting had always come easy to the girl. Being the oldest of her ten siblings, Beatrice had to learn how to fight to keep them in line. Granted, that type of fighting wasn't the same as this, but she had also experienced true combat. Ever since she landed herself in this damned body, she had been fighting. She had maimed and destroyed all those that stood opposed to her. She had to; the Beast willed it. She had done it to collect souls for her benefactor. She did it because she needed to find her friends.

Beatrice was not necessarily proud of how deadly she had become, but she was pleased with her skill level. And so, when she heard Argus' call, she was immediately interested. The girl stepped forward, eyeing the wolf carefully. She snorted at the option of having a weapon. Weapons were for those who did not know how to truly fight. "I'd like to try," she barked, slipping into the ring. She smiled innocently at Argus, but her dark eyes betrayed that she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Who goes first?" Beatrice inquired, sinking into a battle stance. Her claws sank into the sand, and the canine realized traction of any kind would be difficult. Oh, well. She'd managed. She always did.
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