Moonspear a hero to the masses, to those born without chances

Hydra's own amusement was withheld, her expression far more serious even as he fell—for there she saw opportunity! New to it as he was, he was on his feet again quickly without foul play (use of that banned limb) and her eyes flashed in approval. Hydra had taught him the importance of getting up again; if you remained down and were closed in upon, your life was forfeit. 

She was quicker than most on three-legs, if only due to her own practice. Her eyes did not drift to the stabilized limb close to her, though her attention was upon it. As he swung his hips near to her, Hydra shifted only slightly—she herself leaned toward the attack, counting on this for stabilization, though nearly losing her breath in the process. She moved backward some, hoping again to surprise him with the lack of her weight there should he believe he himself had found stability in her weight, fangs revealed as she moved to grab at the limb he had revealed to her, though willing to grab purchase on most anything. Should his leg end up in her mouth she would pull to unbalance once again; should it be anything else, she would simply pinch the flesh there heartily (nowhere near rough enough to break skin or cause undue harm) so he would know what he had exposed before withdrawing to prepare for her next onslaught, eyes bright as she observed him.