Haunted Wood but I can’t pretend

So she'd succeded in nearly giving the poor kid a heart attack.
Good start.
"Now we can work with your adrenaline, it makes you think faster and pushes you further than you normally would be able to."
In a fight to the death, adrenaline would be the only thing saving your ass from death.
So, she had to get him working now.

"Attack me, aim for the key points of my body which will disarm me."
He needed to know what parts to go for, and get to them quickly if he stood any chance against her.
Vanity had worked on her swiftness her entire life.

She rose up and took a step back, positioning herself in a defensive manner: ears back, chin lowered, tail tucked.