(looked over not loomed over, it means that the raccoon was walking around him, studying him.)
"very good, our forces are ready to strike at her command." said general Isiah smiling while the raccoon sneered at sorin and looked away. "why do we need Tar-Run any way? it's her fault the first rebelion was crushed so easily." he spat quietly in the corner. "jethera, get our guest something to drink." general Isiah said before the raccoon slinked out of the tent cursing under his breath.
"very good, how about you fight someone worth it." called a small girl walking into the ring. the little cat held a small dagger and wore nothing but gray rags with a single black rose on her shoulder, and a scar on her check. "but don't go easy because of my size, i am a captain class warrior."