Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Whrist's white blue's went almost comically wide and she gasped, she wanted to just fling herself  away however she was already in a ready posture and found that launching herself out of Nyra’s path was easy, her already tense haunches didn’t have to adjust to make her ready to move,  she just sprung to the left  and allowed Nyra to pass close by like a matador would a bull.

She was then able to spin easily and get her weight back upon her haunches with ease and in far less time then  she’d had taken normally, she felt like every other time she had been nothing more then a pup blundering through life, right now she felt as powerful as she wished she was.

She grinned and licked her lips watching Nyra and prepping for anything else Nyra might throw at her, she felt elated like she could take on the world and win. Her eyes flicked the Aerin wondering if the small with wolf would be Nyra’s next target or if she would be again.

She found a small part of her wishing that Aerin would be run over and sent sprawling but she also felt bad for thinking so, every saint needed to be strong so she clamped down on her first instinct and cheered Aerin on. Quickly she turned her full attention to Nyra incase the large woman would came back at her just to mix things up. She made sure she was in a good ready position.