Hideaway Strath And I'll call you when the party's over

Simmik went down easily, but didn't stay down, unfortunately enough in Nyra's mind.

Nyra felt legs in her stomach and she went backward, quickly getting to her paws with teeth fully bared, no beats skipped. 
"Good job." She sneered with a huff, already charging at Simmik again. Whether her mirror image was also already going in or not, Nyra would aim her teeth for Simmik's neck, seeking her throat, her jugular, that tender, fleshy area of so much value to getting oxygen- with a battle-worthy roar. Even if she didn't find purchase there, she would bite and rip and tear whatever she did get a hold of with no relent.