Both Joselin and The Old White Oak Spirit stood still for a moment and stared at each other as if daring the other to be the fool to make the first move. Their stares sent extreme malice between the thirty-meter distance between them, yet it deterred neither one of them from the fight.
Joselin knowing she needed to get on with the current fight in order to make it back to the sieging of the bunker deciding to break the staring and baiting war between them and began to slowly walk forward. As she walked forward, she asked, "Hey giving tree; you mind giving a shorter name than The Old White Oak Tree Spirit before splinter your ass across this shoddy ass arena you trapped me in."
"Those that know me usually call me Teelin, and if you call me giving tree again, then the only thing I'll be giving out is a premium ass-whooping," Teelin said as it prepared himself, seeing Joselins' slow approach.
