Sunspire Mountains 1 Timothy 6:12

Natashe's eyes widened as the behemothe, apparently named Goliath quite ironically, barrelled toward her screaming an unformed sentence. "holy..." she gasped and then backed away slowly. Golden eyes watched as he ended up face first on the ground, and she would've laughed except for the fact that it was her chance to move in, and attack. she ran forward and bit his shoulder blade, her fangs sinking into the flesh, though she was careful not to tear any muscle. it was rather hard, seeing as he had a lot of fat guarding him, but she shook her head back and forth, grabbing a better hold on the brute. she growled lowly in her chest squeezing harder, and giving him one more shake before she let go and danced back a few feet.