Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

Contact. Her shoulder would surely bruise itself from the move, but his withdrawal prevented any of her own skin from breaking when she felt mouth collide with the bony blade of her muscled shoulder. As soon as she hit, Tonravik was swift in driving her weight down and squaring herself, distributing the weight equally as she felt him push. His pressing against her did little to provoke the heavyset woman; they were two walls, quite difficult to move with no inertia due to her landing when she had. Had her weight still been upward, it would have been the right move. That wasn't to say the move hadn't hurt; surely a bruise would blossom where he hit, given his own strength.

Tonravik was quick to keep herself relatively low despite her height, not at all a squat woman herself, and moved to attempt to grab hold of his throat in the vulnerable area near the jawline while he was (hopefully) still dizzied by her last attack. All these things happened in a span of seconds, but his defense surely depended on her success. Tonravik had not meant to make him bleed, but smelled it in the air now. These things happened, but never was it the intent. Competitive drive made the duo work all the harder, to behave as though this were battle. To learn from mistakes.