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As he turned his back to her, and carried on with words she didn't believe one bit, Nyra picked up her pace with his own, mapping the land quickly, quietly, getting closer...closer...closer.

"I am the Grandmaster." She purred ominously, closing in on him without care for potential consequences. 
Suddenly, Nyra lunged for Ramesses' face, aiming her razor-sharp fangs for his throat or his muzzle first, in a severe effort to cut off his voice from calling for aid. She was hellbent on finishing what she had started long ago in the Strath, and putting an end to the spoiled brat that was Pharaoh.