the Beauty and the bastard

Seello and Ivy walked on the wooden dance floor of the bar.  The cheaply made floor was wide enough for the two of them to settle the feud and not hurt others. they hated each other but they were sensible as well.

Ivy threw off her dark hoodie to reveal clothed in a plain black short sleeve t-shirt and long tight fitting pants, held together with a leather metal studded belt at her waist.  both women's faces were scrunched up in anger.  Ivy slowly drew a short one edged sword from her belt slowly, the blade made a hissing ring as it was drawn from it's custom made sheathe.  All the while, Seello held Ivy firmly in her gaze. Seello bent down and touched her toes for an approximate three seconds. she then turned her neck from left to right and left again popping it with a series of bone-y clicks in a rapid series.  Then, Ivy proceeded to do the same with her own neck as she never turned her glaring eyes off of her foe.

“Don’t hold back or I am going to break you in thirds.” Seello sa