[b]Piri![/b]

Circle in the dark. The light that had once embraced you has gone out or fled. Track your foe by the glint of their eyes and the shine of their fangs. Every moment of stillness you steal away must be paid back in full. Watch, for it will soon come time to collect. One moment of explosive precision, and the battle will be over. Do not blink. Do not be caught slow. 

Then a Han-shaped comet strikes foot-first into the serpent and it goes flying into the night in a jumbled heap, hissing the serpent equivalent of oaths only suitable for a fourth-born to know.

And there you are, holding what are unmistakably knives, coiled under the weight of violent anticipation, now facing down the slack-jawed comet. She has many more teeth than a serpent. In case you were curious. “What.” She barks. “The [i]hell[/i] was that?!”