Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Aerin's argent gaze trailed over Nyra's goliath build in a similar fashion, though she didn't struggle with the same desires Whrist did, searching for answers as if her pale coat were the pages of a book and the black lines of text might surface at any moment to whisper their knowledge to her. A cursory glance might make one think Aerin to be David, nothing more than a puny human with no chance of felling the giant before her. But the combat medic was determined to puzzle out a sling and stone to use to her advantage.

"Ye are bigger, 'eavier. A smaller opponent is faster -- if zey can keep ye moving, zey are less likely to be 'urt in ze fight. Zey could slow ye down, tire ye out vithout 'aving to pummel ze snot out of ye first," the halfling murmured softly  with a hint of humor, her tones touched with a hint of diffidence -- as if uncertain that she was correct, even if the logic seemed sound to her. She imagined that was one of the only ways to best the Amazonian woman, by outsmarting her or kicking her ass (which did not seem an easy feat in the slightest).

She glanced down at her own tiny paws and wispy curves, thinking that it was not hard at all to guess what her weaknesses may be. The needle-thin Saluki would have to be even more clever, faster, fiercer than her opponents if she was to stand a chance at all in battle. It would be all too easy for a larger wolf to overpower and defeat her.