Redsand Canyon I sit on a throne made of carnage

Success, but short lived. 
Nyra notices his dark determination and is about to just let him land the blow, until she notes the ferocity in his aim for her Achilles tendon.

Swiftly, she whirls, jaws aimed with a sharp growl for his scruff. She'd aim to just toss him lightly away, but the sudden streak of the feeling ''i want to be able to walk after this'' took over briefly enough it might be a bit more rough than intended.