"Why don't you just accept the fact that you've lost?" Siiri taunted as she dodged the first few stabs delivered by the other Myrian.
Her grin was wide, and no doubt infuriating for the other woman, but the Snapping Jaws warrior did not relent, waving the lizard's carcass, the thing easily the size of a hunting dog, before her as if tempting her opponent to swipe it away with her glaive's razor-sharp blade. She found that the other Myrian's attacks were quite basic at best and she had no difficulty pulling back her prize in time to avoid it getting shredded by the polearm weapon.
Still, the volume of attacks, fueled by Vynia's rage at getting one-upped, had Siiri fully focused on the task of weaving and ducking, side-stepping and backing away, from each furious jab. Each elusive movement was like a dance step for her, the exchange between them a very dangerous and potentially lethal dance, one that could result in the loss of her kill, or worse, a severed limb, if she was not careful. But her narrow escapes were textbook responses in defending against spear-like weapons such as the other Myrian's glaive. A low crouch was her answer to every stab that came in too high, a leap or, even more effectively, a well-timed step backward or roll to the side, was her reacting whenever the glaive's head came dead center.
It really was not her style, playing and teasing the other Myrian in such a defensive way. Siiri was all about pressing forward, pressuring her opponent with her superior skill with weapons, but this was all a game for her now, having succeeded in securing the lizard for herself. Now it was all about annoying the one she had just bested. In the back of her mind, however, Siiri knew her luck would not last.
And it didn't.
Vynia executed a rather simple jab at one point, one designed for Siiri to pull her prize high up to avoid it getting impaled by the glaive, but she did not notice that the other woman had shortened the stab, only realizing it too late when Vynia delivered a second, a much quicker, slash with her weapon. The lizard's lower half fell on the jungle floor, spilling blood and entrails as it was completely severed right on the stomach by the keen weapon's edge. Only the lizard's head, still impaled on her dagger, and its two forelegs, remained with her. The sudden change in her burden's mass caught Siiri by surprise and she stumbled backward several steps, trying to understand what had just occurred. She found herself bumping her back against something solid and bulky. It had a little give though, as if she had run into someone's chest as she was backing away, and Siiri briefly wondered if her opponent had brought someone along with her.
The throaty growl that emanated from behind her told her that it wasn't the case. Acting purely on instinct now, Siiri dropped her dagger and dove to the side, her palms catching her as she hit the ground to execute a roll to get her even farther away. Slayer found itself in her hand even before her feet touched the jungle floor.
A few steps away, a seemingly humanoid creature, one of flesh and blood and yet had rocks of various sizes and shapes protruding from random points of its naked body, swiped at the space where Siiri had stood earlier. Bits of twigs and dried leaves, as well as other materials normally found on Falyndar's soil, numbered among the rocks embedded on the creature's body.
It was a yukman.
"Madini," Siiri uttered under her breath.
Their little tussle had apparently attracted the attention of the denizens of the jungle, and unfortunately, it was not from any of those natural predators that roamed the land. Siiri knew that yukmen hardly traveled alone. She was certain that she and Vynia were likely surrounded these abominations.
As Siiri adjusted her hold on her massive weapon into a two-handed grip, her gaze flicked to the other Myrian, passing a questioning look that asked what she had planned for this unfortunate turn of events. The woman could easily gather the fallen carcass of the lizard now and leave Siiri to face this threat alone.
OOCChanged the description of the yukman as per Tarot's clarification.