Show no fear {open}

Artemis is in a bad mood. Not an uncommon occurrence, but certainly a dangerous one. So when some arrogant prick came in yelling about wanting to fight with someone, she couldn't help herself. She grabs a knife from the rack near to her and throws it, hard, across the room. It strikes a strut behind the guy bang on, much to her pleasure, but not surprise. She's good at what she does- train.

"Oh, when did anyone say they wouldn't? Trust me, it would be my pleasure," she snarled, grabbing a heavy looking axe from the corner and spinning it easily. It's not the most graceful thing in the world, but its massive blades are capable of a huge amount of damage in the right person's hands. Artemis' hands.

Easily, she moves across the room and jumps into the ring, spinning her weapon around her hand as she does so. She has a habit of showing off when she's angry. It's a fact. She cocks her head at her opponent, her wavy brown ponytail hanging at an angle. "You know, you really need to live up to your grand invitation now. Because I would very much hate for you to have to loose a limb." Even though it's not too big an issue.

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