The words made Josephine freeze in her tracks. Her head turned slowly, her teeth ground down tight, "What did you just say to me?" She demanded, pivoting on her heel. She readjusted the still too heavy backpack. She stomped towards Marshall, her feet losing traction every once in a while and her arms flailing out to maintain balance. She nearly wasted herself twice more. She recognized the well seasoned Marshall as an experienced Ranger and a Blackheart. However, between her mud problems, her aching stomach, and her predisposition to temper tantrums, she was blinded to the fact she should respect and admire Marshall. So, instead of asking for his mentorship, she poked his chest with her dirty finger.
"I'm up for anything!" She argued, "More than you'll ever know!" She poked him again for good measure. Her cheeks burned, her eyes turned a tumultuous green. She stared down Marshall, her chest heaving up and down as she breathed heavily. There was a fire in her eyes, a determination to prove herself.