 Evren knows she can handle herself in a fight; she has dominated three different stallions, after all. True, one of them might have fainted before she could deliver the deciding blow, but she won her freedom that day, so Evren has counted it as a victory ever since. It's because of this that she knows she can pummel the insubordination right out of Scylla if needed.
But ever since That Terrible Day, Evren has not found as much joy in fighting. Each new conflict forces her to relive the terrible memory of looking down and seeing her brother's blood and brains on her hooves. Each new conflict makes her feel unclean, as though she needs to return to the ocean to wash it off all over again.
Even still, Evren is ruled by her heart - and right now, her heart is blazing with anger. When Scylla calls her weak, the fine thread of self-control within her snaps and Evren barrels forward, hoping to pummel into Scylla's chest and shove her backwards. Evren's teeth are bared and her eyes are wild as she reaches up to deliver a warning bite to whatever she can reach.
"You shut your mouth! she spits, her gaze locked on Scylla's face. "If you really knew my father, you'd know that he'd be disgusted by the way you just spoke to me. You dishonor his memory by coming here and saying these things when he can't even refute them. He's dead in the ground and you... you... Who even are you? You're no one! I've never even heard of you before!"
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