When Tyl'ra let the Tiefling go and gently shoved her a few steps ahead she quickly pulled her scarf up. The thought of being given a pet name had not been missed when Nisha had said it and it was embarrassing. The fact she felt embarrassment only further embarrassed her. She growled her frustration and drew out her Carrakals again. She hoped the creature did show itself, maybe that would help her ease some of the tension that she had been feeling. She strong, dextrous fingers flexed around the handles of her weapons and she smiled at the thought.<br/><br/>Thankfully the little outlander decided to heed her command for silence. It made listening for movement amongst the foliage much easier. She knew it was there, she could feel it. Its intent was clearly on them as a meal but little did it realize what it was getting itself into. As if on cue, the beast burst from the growth and pounced onto the softer looking target. The elf was already in motion before it had bore Nisha to the ground. One weapon looped a punished blow right across the muzzle a second before the elf's full weight slammed into the cat's flank. The cat was knocked to the side but only enough for Tyl'ra to get between the beast and the tiefling. The savage elf crouched low with teeth bared just as ferociously as her opponent. This was her element and she poured all her pent up emotions into battle lust. Leaping forward with a cry, Tyl'ra brought both axe-like weapons down but the cat was quick and only one found its mark. The big paws swiped at her and she danced back out of the way the cat press her though and again Tyl'ra swung.<br/><br/>Again only one carrakal found the target, cleaving into the beast's shoulder but in retaliation the huge paw swiping against her, rending armor with contemptuous ease. The elf did not cry out but rather let go of the weapon still buried in the great cat's shoulder and reached for the dagger. Twisting into the wounded animal's range she ducked low and drove the dagger up under the cat's throat, burying the blade to the hilt. A little whimper escaped as the cat collapsed. Immediately, Tyl'ra's hand clutched at the wound. It was not mortal but still hurt terribly. It would make for an interesting scar and a better story, she thought grimly.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Now will you... just listen Ni-Sha"</span>she grumbled, wincing as she bent to pull her weapons from the animal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>