Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

rolled a 10

 
Nyra snarled angrily as the she-dog was able to rip herself free from her fangs. 
She flagged her tail high as Diesel backed off briefly, blinded by her own blood.

Then came forward again.

Nyra roared as Diesel tried to grip her throat from lower down, and with a vicious sound from deep in her chest, the Warmaiden aimed her teeth for a hold at the base of Diesel's skull, where her spine would connect to the head. 

Whether or not she got this exact hold, the Warmonger would then shove her brawn into the effort of trying to wrestle Diesel to the ground, where, if she succeeded, she'd stand over Diesel and hold her down until the arrogant little shit submitted. 
And if she didn't, she'd force the issue until she did. 

The Fallen One wasn't in the mood to kill today.