Youko would charge at the shambling wights and begin to claw and kick at the creatures. She was definitely not biting the rotting corpses as she knew they would taste horrible. She moved like a feral beast ripping into a predator that was disturbing her lair. Her fighting style less refined and more primal savagery disguised as trained efficiency. She hooted and hollered as she fought every second a rush of adrenaline and pure joy. There was no fear only pure joy in the throes of combat. To someone watching outside she definitely seemed crazy, no sane person would willingly charge into a horde of undead without weapons or armor or any kind of magic.

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