Ambessa really should have been more concerned.

Most people would be, watching someone half the size of their opponent launch themselves into a fight with reckless confidence. But you weren't most people, and this wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sight.

You were a blur of motion, weaving between attacks like you knew how absurd the size difference was and had decided to make a joke out of it. One of Ambessa's soldiers swung at you--you ducked so fast that he stumbled forward, adding a kick in the back for his trouble. Another one tried to grab your arm, only to get flipped onto the ground so hard that Ambessa actually winced. 

Your body moved like a struck match. Like a new flame. What you lacked in size, you made up for in sheer audacity, ducking under wild swings, slipping between bodies like you were made of smoke. There was a fire in your eyes, a glint that Ambessa didn't see very often. A hunger, for blood, for a fight. You were a hunter, at heart. A wolf.

She watched for another few moments, silently observing as you threw another soldier to the ground. Your were starting to falter. Your movements were a bit sloppier, but not less lethal. 

Ambessa raised her hand, stopping the training exercise without a word. She dismissed her soldiers with a little wave. Then, she turned to you, still panting in the centre of the training grounds. 

"You really are a fighter," she remarked, smiling slightly, "aren't you, little wolf?"