Avis shucked off her wind breaker, baring her arms and the silver-white lattice of scars covering them. A hand trailed up to rub a roughly mended patch above her right breast, the area bleached white against the sleeveless hoody's usual grey. Yes, tonight she'd embrace what she learned after her staking at Asp's hands. Her opponent, and this fight, would be the crucible that would turn that knowledge into Fact.
She paced into the cage and faced her opponent, nodding to other woman. Arms came up, hands in fists.
Init 7
She will not be using defense.