Delinne & Dezba
You stupid, racist, Basin-bastards. Dezba stood next to me, growling at the smoky black filly. Her nosebridge was wrinkled, giving the scars on her face a terrifying appearance. Her blue eyes sparked with an intensity I had never seen before - but she only made me proud. My sweet jaguar was no cub anymore, she was all grown up - reaching all the way to my shoulder. Actually, she was quite terrifying for most.
I observed my opponent, and growled a bit. She was the daughter of d'Artagnan and Kou, the doctor and nurse of the Basin. I did not know her name, but I had seen her in the Basin so many times during my time there.
"Doctor Child... Go home. This is no place for you." I said, my voice low and dark. I glared at her, feeling the warm sun on my back and the mild wind blowing in my mane. The diamonds and pearls that were entwined in my hair played a soft melody when they hit against each other. The sun also made my necklace and tiara sparkle intensely.
I felt like the Princess I originally was, but I also felt like a warrior. Why? Because I had bloody gashes of flesh all over my body. It was only dirt and water, really, but it looked realistic thanks to my son who had painted me. And with the stretch marks from my pregnancies on my belly - I looked like a zombie.

A smile crossed my face as I glared at the unicorn filly with my white eyes, carefully observing her horn. It was broken in half, which made it sharper than a usual horn. But it also looked incredibly fragile, something I would hopefully have advantage of.
Dezba glanced at me and meowed/purred quietly. 'Shouldn't we attack her? I want to attack. Attack now?' My jag was impatient, but so was I so I did not blame her.
I took a deep breath, moved my legs so that the slightly wet grass caressed my bare fetlocks and tensed up, before I gave her a slight nod and gathered strength in my hind legs. I jumped towards the smoky filly, lowering my head to hopefully stab my horn into her left shoulder. Dezba jumped next to me and landed in front of the filly's front hooves at the same time I landed, trying to bite her thin legs.

The feline was quick, because she turned around as soon as she could and kept herself behind me, desperately trying to avoid any damage.
I jerked my head upwards and took a few steps back, glaring at the filly.
"Go home."