[Training] even if you're little you can do a lot

I R I S Iris let slip an irritated grunt when her attack missed its target, upset that the woman always seemed to be just out of reach. Normally, she’d avoid alerting her opponent to her inner state, but the sweet taste of liquor was still on her tongue, making her chattier than usual. “You’re just a scared little butterfly, aren’t you?” The way the fight was going so far, she felt like she was swatting at a fly while drowning in rum. Iris would like to think that the warrior’s wings made the difference between them, but she was not prone to deluding herself. The woman was better and stronger than she was. Iris had to be bolder. She jumped back and shifted her body to the right, but the tip of the spear scraped across the fabric of her shirt, tearing it. Soon, small red droplets spotted the torn edges. “Don’t you see that you’ve brought this upon yourself? Stop swinging that thing around!” Spotting an opportunity, she stepped onto the spear, making the tip ring against the ground, then jumped off, lunging forward. Her dagger was now facing the fae, swinging across her chest. Now that her surprise opponent had decided to point the sharp end of her spear at her, Iris felt she had to show her teeth if she was to get her to back off.