Yanna had been out and about, enjoying a peaceful stroll along the cliffs, only to round a corner and find Ivanova standing in the middle of her path, arms outstretched so that she resembled a "T".

Yanna stared at her.

Ivanova grinned evilly back.

Deciding she didn't want to deal with the Hell Queen in whatever mood she was in, Yanna shuffled away, but Ivanova was quick to advance, cackling maniacally and rubbing her hands together.

Giggling, Yanna whapped Ivanova with the flat of her Anubis sword once she got close enough. Ivanova retaliated by drawing her own sword and nicking Yanna in the arm.

Yanna hissed and stabbed Ivanova in the leg.

Ivanova giggled and stabbed Yanna in the shoulder.

"Do you enjoy giving me scars?!" Yanna demanded, "You know, I have more scars from you than any battle I ever took part in from ancient Egypt all the way to modern Germany and Russia. And that was a lot of battles!"

Ivanova giggled happily (very proud of that little fact). "Hah, I've probably got more scars than you!" Ivanova giggled proudly. "I happen to like my scars!"

Yanna snarled, "Well I don't appreciate you adding to my collection!"

"Then get quicker, babe!" Ivanova said, lunging forward. Yanna was quick to counter, and their impromptu sword fight began in earnest.

Later that night, soaking away her exertions in the tub, Yanna had to admit to herself that she liked that the other Islanders always kept her on her toes, kept her from letting her skills rust. She would just never admit it to Ivanova, however. Couldn't let that psychopath know she was right!

The End