***THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT. LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND BLOOD. VIEWERS DISCRETION ADVISED***
Skye fumed as she and Shasta stared each other down. The urge to punch the snarky cat woman was growing, and the nervousness she'd felt before was replaced by feisty determination. The princess knew that she wasn't nearly as strong as the Vice Commander of the RMC. She understood and accepted the gap between them. With her place at Tidas' side precarious at best, Skye decided that she had to land at least one hit on Shasta by the end of their match. Failure was Not an option any longer...
Their footfalls echoed off of the cement walls as Shasta guided the princess up the slanted hall that connected to the arena. As they stepped out onto the field, Skye was surprised to see there was no snow on the ground. Everywhere else still had at least half a foot or so on it.
