They were getting somewhere at last, though it would have been more pleasant if grabbing a handful of matted mane wasn’t the catalyst for her. X’yrin would hear the irritation in the other’s voice and let out an amused growl of her own, letting her hand fall to her side once her student slipped free. No wonder her Shepard was always smiling through their lessons; this was absolutely entertaining!
Their eyes met briefly and the female’s maw split into a satisfied grin, at last seeing the vacant light of lacking thought; unreadable at last. Her assault lacked practiced grace, but it was a positive start. Through these motions however wild and unrefined would X’yrin be able to see the dormant potential in need of surface and polish. Following the motions of the assault, she attempted a counter with an attack of her own, sliding a foot toward to brace herself while thrusting her left arm forward aimed to take Vesper by the throat. Would her student be quick enough, she wondered, to take see the opportunity presented before her and follow through…