Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

The last ditch effort worked for Whrist to free herself, and admittedly Nyra was a little surprised at the sudden lack of air in her lungs that made her lose her grip on the shadow.

However, the attempt to keep Nyra from getting oxygen, even though she has fought without it before, was a grave mistake. In a life-or-death fight, it would have been Whrist's very last. 

Though ultimately the newcomer has won this match in the long run, Nyra was able to dodge the strike for her throat by rolling to the side, leaving Whrist able to get back on her feet.

Standing with unsettling ease despite still catching the rest of her breath, Nyra gave a slight, yet acknowledging dip of her head to Whrist and her victory. 

"You're a formidable opponent. Welcome to the hunt, and well done." Nyra smiled lightly. Not a fake smile in the least, just tired. That said, she shook out her pelt and padded back to the river, grabbing a drink for real this time.