Yara listened intently to Basilisk's critique, absorbing every word. His assessment was fair, and she appreciated his straightforward approach. He was right; her strength lay in her speed and agility, and she needed to use that to her advantage without falling into his reach.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Understood, Warlord." She said. She mentally prepared herself to follow his instructions. Focusing on her strategy, Yara visualized her next move. She would need to be swift and precise, striking from angles that minimized the risk of getting caught in his powerful front half. She shifted her weight, preparing for another attack, this time with a more refined approach.
Pushing off with her hind legs, she darted to the side, aiming to circle around Basilisk. She kept her movements fluid and unpredictable, her eyes locked on his form. Her goal was to find an opening to attack his flank without entering his immediate reach. As she closed the distance, she aimed a swift nip at his left hind leg, careful to stay out of range of his teeth and forelegs. Her heart pounded as she executed the maneuver, ready to retreat quickly if necessary.
