Isabella shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her fists balled at her sides. The afternoon sun glinted off the pavement, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the old town streets she called home.

A familiar figure emerged from the alley - a rival from the back alleys and seedy taverns. "You ready to put your money where your mouth is, Isabella?" he taunted, cracking his knuckles. She just smiled, a wolfish gleam in her hazel eyes. "Let's dance, then."