Nimbus Summit Of dust and ash

Let's play it out ICly, and if it ends at a standstill, I can do a dice roll :D

"You raised you daughter to be arrogant, and weak, just like-"
She lunged. She was a fluid arc of flashing white and silver, straight for the female. Her legs had tensed and untensed, and she was flying, if only for a moment, straight for the female. She did not aim, just flew, her fangs would seek out whatever flesh was presented to her. And if she did catch flesh, she would not be quick to let it go. She belonged to a pack of killers, murderers and spies, and had trained for most of her life to be fast as an asp, silent as a rabbit, hiding in the undergrowth, and watch without being seen as the birds with feathers of black.