Lion Head Mesa [MP] Hidden within

Sounds good to me!

A chuff, a raise of her chin. Even in the presence of a Lord, she is confident, at least could be so in her chosen field and this day Naberius would test just that. Feral. It had been the exact word he used to discribe the warrior women who had come from the Greatwater Lake. Though now Zaahira seeks to shed the scaly skin of what she once were and presented herself as a mazoi of Akashingo. 

And she is swift! She feigns and he turns into it to snap his jaws on open air just as she switches tactic on him, whiping around and to his side. But this is Naberius own way of battle too. Long-legged and swift, Naberius often danced around his opponents until he wore them down. Who would ware down first? 

A back leg kicks out at her, a well distraction at striking her face as his body folds to the side, to turn and face her in retaliation as she so expected. But he comes low, going for her forelegs to have her start dancing away as well.