Neverwinter Forest Clean & Jerk

Mwahahaha me too. Ton hasn't dealt with this >) LET ME KNOW if any of this is wrong, I wasn't sure if he was kind of broad side or just head on to her, in which case I'll fix my post!

Tonravik wasn't vain. Beauty meant nothing to her. But she was proud. And also, terribly impatient. Whatever he had to say, the woman hadn't the patience to deal with it, and mid-speech Tonravik wasted no time in rushing to close the distance between them. The only thing to betray her intent was the quick forward-thrust of lobes over brow, and then, she moved toward him swiftly. Curiosity, she learned today, was a waste. Stupidity, she hoped to teach him, was a legitimate pain.

Given the male was broadside, the large woman simply hoped to barrel her significant weight into him in a mighty shove, fangs snapping at his face with no real mark. She had warned him. Mouthy men only ever ended up bleeding when they attempted to bite more than they could chew. This one would choke. Really, him just disappearing would appease her, but so too would his blood.