Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

Tonravik watched as he surged forward. They were both of the same stature, and so they both had the same weakness. It was titan against titan, here; a true battle of Tartok against Tartok would be a bloody, gruesome thing. But that would not happen. Having utilized his own attack many times before, she watched as the distance between them closed... and she was swift in evading him. For despite her own stature, she at the least had time to see what was coming. Tonravik knew in the future, she might not be so lucky to see what was coming.

Sidestepping to the side he had not pushed his weight on, she simultaneously threw her weight in that direction to assist in his throwing of shoulders and cause him to stumble. Should she succeed, she would be swift in her next move, depending on his response, parallel to him but moving to turn at his rear to arrive at his other side, eyes narrowed and ears low...