Qeya River i've been searching for the daughter of the devil

He moves the way her words intended, bounding the last several yards between them in less than a second. Thuringwethil barely had time to respond, teeth open as she tries to snap when close enough. Her teeth connect to nothing as he knocks her back instead, her body twisting in half with the force. Long talons puncture behind her shoulder blade while the rest of her flings into the ground. Tufts of snow fly around her as she disturbs the ground, drops of blood tainting the formerly pure blanket. Her good shoulder rolls her into a sitting position, stumbling to get onto all four feet. 

She stands a little uncoordinated, bowing her head with a grin on her face but she does not take her turn.