Hideaway Strath I can show you the devil

She connects with a loud snarl, tasting his blood once again after such a streak of bloodless sparring with him. 
His exclamation is almost mute in her ears, dulled by her rage as Nyra aims her fangs for another part of his face or throat, viciously intending to slam Kynareth to the ground. 
If she succeeded, she would stand over him much like he had the very first time they had spilled each other's blood, back in the canyon. Perhaps wrangle herself into calming down just enough that she wouldn't have a repeat of ragdolling Santiago. 
If he fought back enough to stay standing, her ruthless onslaught would prevail.