Well. Balls.
Of all the possible opponents she could have faced today, she had not expected to face someone like...that. Not a human, not an animal, but someone that was both. Yasmin tested the grip on her scimitar and swung it around in front of her to a defensive stance, backing up as he advanced to give herself some time to size him up.
She began to slowly circle him, sweeping her eyes over him, watching the way he walked and moved. While she was always eager to finish and go home as quickly as she could, she never actually rushed. Hastiness and impatience was how you got killed here. He was larger than her, more powerfully built, with sharp teeth and claws, but that didn't concern her; she had taken people twice her size before, as larger people were often slower, and size and power often made people overconfident, and overconfidence lead to clumsy mistakes.'
"Lovely afternoon today, eh, mutt?" she called to him, tone conversational. "Oh, and you might wanna..." She tapped her lips with her free hand. "Got a little drool there."
And then with no other warning but that, she feinted a lunge to his right before swiveling and going low, for his left thigh.