Just as fast as the young Kurloz Makara leaps out, he is knocked back. Strength assement? She's got a power packed. This is a problem. On the plus side, she's no blue, no gilledglubber. His face doesn't feel like to cracking. Just hurting.

Quickly, the boy brings up of his back and back on his feet, a crouch settled between an animal's pounce and a humanoid's readying to circle and fight. His paint is just a little smeared where he got hit, making it more evident. He growls low from the back of his throat. For all he's made of bone and skin, his teeth and noise are the most evidently threatening he's got. Highblood strength and endurance might not be so obvious to an alien.

Plan two? try and get her into the dance, get close enough, grab food, run. Plan three? Well, he would guess a strife to be of that resort.