Not Gold-Rank
Tycondrius and Notaku watched Chieftain Yanaba leapt off of her high rock, lashing out with long and difficult-to-predict swipes of her chain-daggers.
It was... as Tycon expected.
He was a Gold-Rank, himself... however, the half-step Ancient was several times his age. With that advantage, she'd reached a level of speed and agility far beyond his own.
...In as few as a hundred more years, she might even reach Adamantine-Rank.
Tycon was glad he fought with a giant metal bear instead of the Elven Chieftain. Though he had the assistance of Beatrice, the force behind even one of the cackling woman's chain-strikes was enough to severely damage Talks-With-Fire's hull.
Notaku shook his head, "(Venerable Ancient he may be, my sister's attacks will not cease 'lest her foe tastes defeat.)"
"That's... rather annoying," Tycon frowned, "(Will they fight for suns, then?)"
"(Your meaning?)" Notaku crossed his thick arms.