Standing in front of the Sandstorm Lioness, the mysterious girl from the Horned Race simply said, "Bring it on."
The Sandstorm Lioness replied, "You don't seem local, and you're a girl. Just a reminder, this is no playground."
She even glanced at Zoe, "Same goes for you, you should be prepared before stepping into the ring."
"Grrr!" Zoe angrily grabbed the edge of the ring, itching to charge forward herself.
"I'm really short on money." The Horned Race girl's voice was soft and tender, reminiscent of a nursing infant.
"I won't hold back." The Sandstorm Lioness assumed her stance.
"Please be careful, don't die," said the Horned Race girl.
"Ha! Watch me tear you to pieces!"
The Sandstorm Lioness erupted in anger, her already chiseled features contorted with fury, exuding menace. Dorothy quickly clutched Li Ang's arm.
