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Rolled a miss, so obviously damage is irrelevant. :P

A surge of adrenaline flooded his body, coursing through his veins, as she stumbled and fell to the ground, even as he was tossed backwards. Before he had the chance to take advantage of the situation, however, she was on the offensive again, squirming beneath him to bite at his neck.

He felt the flesh give and tear away, though the pain was masked by the fervor of the fight; it would hurt him later greatly, he knew. But Llewellyn merely shook out his ruff, blood droplets flying, aiming furious snaps at her as she wiggled away. Winding himself up, he took a step backward and then charged toward her, like a golden battering ram--and went straight by, body colliding with nothing, motion simply carrying him aimlessly forward until he managed to skitter to a halt a short distance away.

Llewellyn turned to face her, but by now, it was likely too late to counter her next attack. He had botched the assault, and he was taken off-guard by that naked, ugly truth. How had he missed? She was right there, in front of him, an animal bound and presented for slaughter. Perhaps the princess was a better warrior than he would have ever given her credit for.