[Maniacal_Moon]

When Dalea slowly stood, a little wobbly, she stood straight and proud. The man chuckled darkly. "Come at me. Its no fun if you just let me hit you." Dalea's wings fluttered a little excitedly and they had a knock out, drag out fight. After about an hour, Dalea looked the worse for wear, looking barely able to stand. There was broken furniture and scattered belongings all over the place. The taller man was swaying slightly on his feet, blood coming from his face. Though he looked better off than Dalea, and his blood was a greenish purple color. She'd had a cut on her head and blood poured down over her face.