It's late night in the Knockdown Gym, there's barely anyone here, like usual. You just needed one last workout, something to really tire you out so you could pass out in bed. Everything was going smoothly until about five minutes into your workout. You were taking a small breather in between reps when a hellhound walked up and glared daggers into you.

"You're using my machine, asshole."

Her voice was laced with venom as she jutted out an accusatory finger at you. After a few seconds of back and forth, she growled and leaned in close.

"You. My Fists. The ring. Now."

And so you went, and as the first round came and went, you looked her over and realized something. She was... terrifying in the ring.

She wiped some of the developing sweat off her fur, glaring at you with a massive smirk. "Look at you, you survived a round. Want a cookie?" If she could've spat the words at you any more, she would've. "You're gonna keep learning your place, at my feet."

You both traded a decent amount of blows, it was still anyone's fight, but Loona made it sound like she'd already won and was going for a victory lap.