Pushed away by the blunt end of one of those vicious axes Nisha tried her best to look dejected, hanging her head quite purposefully and avoiding any glances that may have been sent her way. It was quite obvious she was getting the better of the elf and at that possibly even irritating her because of it. It was almost enough to make her feel bad for Tyl’ra. How bad must it have been to be so full of confidence and pride only to feel like you could hardly fend off a small, soft woman like herself?<br/><br/>The silence was of course interrupted by her further complaining and Tyl’ra lowerinf the ruddy colored face wrap to /smirk/ at her of all things and call her a Kanda, whatever that was, on top of it. It made the Tiefling woman shake her head fiercely and frown. Whatever that pet name was it was likely an insult, a barb to try to distance herself a bit from Nisha but it only fueled the fires.<span style="color: blue"> “ Well if you’re already giving me pet names I think it’s fair I come up for one with yo-“</span><br/>A hand was clasped over her mouth and the abyssal blooded woman’s blood ran cold as the strong desert running elf hissed and nearly spat at her inches from her face. She had not seen this kind of reaction since they’d first met and Ty’ra was so intent on robbing her of all her possessions and it still was enough to terrify her. It was a reminder that the elf was so much larger than her, so much more hardened by life in this veritable hell that she stood hardly a chance against her when it came to games that weren’t steeped in a flirtatious and sexual nature.<br/><br/>Nodding while the hand was still clasped over her mouth she swallowed and continued to look at the elf with wide black eyes until she was let go. The sorceress remained quiet from that point onward, her eyes occasionally scanning the trees in search for the thing the other woman had spoke of but figured that much was just for show however. She’d finally crossed the line and had paid for it, it seems in the form of a severe scolding.<br/><br/>Little did she know the shadow in the trees did exist and it continued to slowly stalk as it could. The forest was its domain and they were visitors, prey to a great predator.As they walked it stalked the foliage and when they peered they saw little more than what their fearful minds could create. It continued like this for some time until there was a loud, guttural roar and a rustling of underbrush and the cry of a Tiefling pinned under the lean and well muscled body of a cat of prey. Her fingers dug into muscle and they glowed cherry red like the works of a skilled smith but as fur singed and smoke rose from the cat’s face it made no sign of trying to break fro it’s potential meal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>