Moonspear tsunami

He easily dodged her bat, though Treepie smiled to herself as she channeled her inner mountain goat. Rather than headbutt him—that might come later—she repeated the movement she’d seen a nanny use on a ram who wouldn’t stop trying to mount her. Leaning most of her weight onto one forepaw, she whirled. When both forelegs were planted again, she kicked out with her hind legs with all her might. Both feet aimed for his throat, though they could just as well hit his jaw or chest and she would be happy—if she managed to land a strike at all.