Aquarius hurled herself into the battle, her gray fur on end and a crooked smile on her face. She lurched forward, glaring around with her icy blue eyes for someone to fight. This was her time. Maybe she could finally advance in the ranks; become a fighter instead of a hunter. This was it, this was finally it. She snarled, longing for the familiar splash of blood on her tongue. She yearned for the metallic tang and the crimson skies, and would do anything to rise up in the ranks of the Syndicate, even at the cost of someone else's life.
(Someone feel free to join!!)