Sun Mote Copse yesterday I hiked over a river that was not there

[table width=85%][tr][td]The man fought with a fierce tactical advantage that spoke of experience. He had an advantage with size and skill but it was clear he had never fought someone like Liri.

He was expecting a soldier - someone with discipline. Liri lacked it; what the black-tipped nymph had was spirit not strength. She was fierce in a different way from this strange, golden man. Liri was a wild animal, literally, and she fought like one.

​A pained snarl accompanied the various noises of fighting - growling, snapping, the sound of bodies thudding together - as his teeth tore into her shoulder with vengeance. 

With her blood boiling within her veins, Liri turned her head to the side and bit deeply into what she could reach of his throat. Her short jaws worked to jerk free as much skin as they could, tearing with a savage anger.[/table][/tr][/td]