Redsand Canyon she held her pose

it's pretty but it doesn't smell nice. praimfaya observes with a low laugh. the water smells brackish, salty. like rotting algae; likely the source of coloration. and probably isn't safe to drink. she muses and then concludes with a huffy, pretty and useless. one thing that praimfaya can happily claim she is neither of. she is not pretty, she thinks; can't be with the scars that mar her face and she is certainly far from useless.

she watches his approach, hoping to pirouette out of his way but despite that he does not feign she forgets his strike is serpent fast. he strikes the shoulder nemisis tore up; and though the pain of the collision radiates; teeth splicing her flesh she does not stand idle. she collects herself and retaliates, seizing the advantage of exposure and shifts to snap her teeth at his own shoulder.