With emphasis, Pikatok's aura flickered against the snowy backdrop. Her stance widening as she spread her feet to her sides and raised her arms forward, taking the Tyrant Lizard stance once more. Kei'Taro would once more learn the true power of the spirits, a harsh lesson indeed. The snow was up to her ankles, a problem for anyone who wasn't used to the frigid tundra. Pikatok's knowledge of the north was her greatest asset, sure footing was key, and few were steady enough to fight on such uneven ground as snow. 

As she readied to attack the Beast Master her fingers loosened up and her body relaxed, standing in the Tyrant Lizard stance while tensed can actually cause you to lose your grip. 

Without hesitation she rushed towards him, trampling the ground between them as she charged. Her left hand extending outwards towards his head, with full intent to grasp hold of his face with open palm. The most basic strike in Tyrant stance, an opening move that she had tried many times before. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Pikatok often prayed that it worked, a face grapple often leads to comedic inconvenience. At Kei'Taro's expense.