It's on.
Tiger's Daughter shifted her weight, hip cocking and feeling the slick earth slide dangerously under her feet. That might slow her down. "Is this your work?" she asked, words sounding like a hollow echo behind her mask, surveying the littered ground that stretched in every direction. When she looked back to the pair, though, her gaze slid to the taller figure, not the warrior child. A just call to war was to protect something greater than yourself, not a selfish slaughter, and a child was easily manipulated. Maybe it would be mercy if Tiger took his head from his shoulders.