Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Listening to them both, to their careful observations, Nyra smiled approvingly "Correct, to you both. I am bigger and heavier, thus, I'm not made for speed. While I can be fast, it's not my strongest suit. The two of you are smaller than wolves like Kynareth and I, therefore, alongside being swift, you must also outwit your foes at any given chance. After all, the goal in most fights is to win, and with outsiders, winning often means having to severely injure or kill another. " She explained. God's, she could cry. The overseer was very proud in this moment. 
With a happy sigh, she continued. 
"Once you have a killing hold on an enemy, don't let go. They would almost certainly never let go if your opponent was able to get a lethal grip on you. That's why you must do so first, and increase pressure until they stop breathing." 


From here, Nyra settled into a ready stance, facing Whrist. 
A reassuringly soft smile met her features.
"I won't eat you. For now, when I charge at you, remember the posture we covered. I want you to jump out of the way before we collide. Aerin, you'll be up next." 
The Overseer then nodded once to Whrist and broke into a sprint right at her. 
Nyra had every faith the shadow would move in time, so she didn't slow down. This was a move of encouraging faith, not meant to be bullying.