Lion Head Mesa lenimentus

Teeth met his nape and Siptah's ruff rose. He was shouldered back, and he shook his pelt out, giving his lips a nervous lick. He reassumed his defensive stance, his shoulders tight. By raising what hackles he had, he could protect himself a bit more, but if this was a real fight he would have been dead — there was no sugarcoating that fact.

Siptah tried again, sides expanding rapidly with each breath. He struck out at Germanicus' flank, then tried to dart out of reach before a counterattack could be landed.