Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

It seemed she got a good few blows on the smaller, but Ramesses came for her shoulder then, and Nyra retaliated with a strong bite aimed for anywhere on the pale bastard she could land, ear, face, neck, whatever. 
After that though, she spat in his face and whirled, sprinting full speed from the Mesa without hearing the brat's snarl. By now, she was too far to hear him at all. 

It was smarter now, to retreat. 
To lie low, to plan for a later time. 

She'd be back, alright. Just likely not any time soon. 

Exit! <3 thank y'all for an exciting thread!