Fear had never been shown on her half before and it unnerved the female for a moment. Her eyes grew wide from such naked emotion yet her mind remained where it should; in the moment conducting a much needed lesson.
Fear was too easy an emotion to succumb to. It rendered one’s actions more erratic than thoughtlessness and made them more vulnerable to attack especially to one with intent to kill. The Nomad’s lips peeled back whilst baring her fangs into the girl’s face hoping to bring her back to the present. “Stifle your fear…” her soft voice now raised with command. The coywolf had jerked herself from her grasp but that moment was freedom X’yrin attempted to keep short-lived. A pause was a luxury to be earned once this lesson was complete; and they had only just gotten started.
Again she shot out for the girl, the entirety of her form following through the direction of attack. She attempted a skewer with her left arm aimed to tear through her shoulder if it was not evaded. All thought was erased as her mind succumbed to a single, yet complicated notion. It was not without her own brand of difficulty she sought to make this notion come true without a fatal blow, but it was contingent upon her pupil and her trust in her instincts whether or not the Shepard’s goal was achieved;
Wound her.