Phoenix Maplewood You stand before me? I'm impressed

At no point did she expect him to enjoy this, but the playful note in the growl her attack had earned made her falter. Curiosity and intrigue began to surface, fascinated by a man who could find enjoyment in being wounded and dealing wounds to others. Something changed in her attack, anger turned into a sort of determination to give the man nothing more than one hell of a fight. 

Her hesitation proved a mistake as he pulled her hind leg from under her and shoved his weight against her. Instantly she fell over onto her back, forelegs slipping free as well as her jaws. Her head smacked the ground leaving her stunned for a moment, the pain from his tearing not registering until he began to shake his head back and forth. She gasped and lunged for him, teeth snagging into the side of his throat and taking a firm grip hoping the tight grip on a dangerous area would prove to make him stop. While she grabbed his throat she tucked her hind legs beneath her and took a guessing aim for his testicles, kicking up into his flesh unsure if she had contacted the targeted spot.