Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

Ah! I have not got very much, Pangur is no trained fighter, see, but I will give you all I have. The golden girl laughed at her own inadequacy, but felt no discouragement.

All are inadequate to start, she felt no shame, only drive to rectify. She matched his stance, watched as he squared himself to her—mountain of a man, her opponent! Victory seemed a far cry... Not that she wouldn't still try, she could be slippery. 

She would walk around him, to see if she could spy a gap in his defense before launching herself without regard. Legs, maybe, ears, even. After what had felt like all too long of simply staring at him through wide, hazel eyes, Pangur would finally make her move, aiming lower, trying to leap and slide along the ground to snap at his legs in a drive-by, quick moving, coordinated, a natural!—oh no, she tripped, there she goes. 

Pff She spat, face full of dirt, Pangur peeled herself from the ground, her quick leap had a little more power than she'd meant for it to have, fancy maneuverers were probably best saved for later, but she couldn't help her desire to show off at least a little...