Altera
Maiden of the Gloam
"All right fine." Evelynn laughed and moved her arm back, reaching into her armory. When she flung it forward, a chain extended along with it, wrapping around the pole of the flag. She jerked the flag into her grasp and smiled darkly, getting an idea. "You want your flag back . . . You'll have to best me." She grinned at Helena and stuck the flag into her armory. She spun the chain in circles casually, waiting for Helena to make her move. She was happy. At least she was going to get the fight she was looking for.