Celeste loved a good spar. The adrenaline rush, the sharp focus, the acute sense of every limb on her body— the way they moved, aches, reacted, everything. Celeste loved it all.

The only issue was that she hadn’t found a good spar partner in quite some time. Standard domestic felines worked, but she wanted a challenge. She wanted to see if she could win unfair fights, because the higher the risk, the higher the reward. She was agile, nimble, had fire powers, and a great tolerance for pain. She could take on any challenge, she thought to herself. Any challenge at all.

Spotting a saber tooth tiger, she grinned to herself. This, right here, would be the perfect challenge. Celeste got up, marched right over to the other, and with a prideful look up at him, finally spoke of her urge to spar. “Hey, big guy. I’m Celestialrobbery, but just Celeste is fine. We should spar.”

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