Herbalists' Cache in the running and slowing of time

A stray spark of pride flickered in her at Sun Eater's words as she retreated and recovered. Her? A good fighter? Not yet - but she was proud to be getting there. 

She did not know what he intended for her next. He had told her to use her teeth harder… she needed better leverage on his body. An angle that would allow her to find a vulnerable spot and latch onto it.

"Try not lose standing." A daunting warning. But she would attack anyway.

Shifting. Eyes locked on the man. 

"Coxe" rang in her mind.

She lunged once more. Claws ripped towards the side of his neck; teeth aimed for the throat, hoping to be met by flesh and fur and find firm, harsh grip.