Redtail Rise blood born

Ah, there.

She did not relent in her display; when one tactic failed, she changed and tried another. This time she went for his legs and it was harder for Tulimaq to avoid a blow; he wasn't injured but he did have older joints and scar tissue to contend with. As quick and strong as he thought himself to be, Tulimaq had to admit he was older and slower in a way that was a detriment; she was fast, fluid, focused.

When she struck him again, it wasn't quite enough to topple him but the man felt the sting, he braced himself, and that old injury flared as a reminder that his time was almost up. There was this singular moment of weakness as he half-bowed, half-bowled over, and as he caught himself his bared teeth flashed again — this time as a grimace of pain.

She'd proved enough. His tail went back to being low, and his eyes flashed once across her, then to the ground and away. You win.