Hideaway Strath I got friends in low places

She knows that scent and his face all too well. 
And she is no stranger to the gleam of rage in his eyes. 
He growls her name and charges, blowing her over with enough force it almost knocks the air from her lungs. Yet, she will not surrender even as his thick forelimbs try to cage her in as his teeth meet her nape. 
Not this time.
With a roar from the bowels of tartarus itself, Nyra is lucky enough to have positioned herself in such a way that as her Grandmaster came for her upper half - she clamped onto his neck as hard as she could and with all the force of her equally thick, powerful limbs - flipped him, sending him sailing over her, where he would hopefully slap his spine into the ground. 

One of his own moves, from a spar they had done back in the canyon. 

Quickly, Nyra was back on her feet, facing him with fangs fully bared and hackles raised.