Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

praimfaya's teeth made contact and as he inches back so too does she. a moment to breathe. a moment to collect herself and consider her next move. a move that he, by the lack of his next attack, is clearly letting to her. her move. she considers her next move for a few more heartbeats, made rapid by the adrenaline pulsing through her veins; the excitement of a spar, as if they were playing chess. she prowls forward, frostbound gaze locked, lunging before attempting to feign and catch her shoulder into his ribcage if he doesn't perdict her move and move out of her reach. it's a dirty move, admittedly, but effective; a move that blodreina enjoyed using.