Redsand Canyon Voice of Witchcraft

This time, Nyra doesn't hesitate. She lurches back for a split second with a yelp, shaking her head as her ear bleeds - then snakes forward like a striking viper, ducking undernesth his chin in a fluid motion, latching her teeth deeply into the fleshiest parts of his throat, holding on like her life depends on it - which, in this case, she fully believes it does -  and rips him downward with the same movement, slamming him into the dirt.