Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

Her proximity earned him his hold, but it was loose, gentle. It mattered not. If he were an enemy, the next attack could be the blow to end things, and with her in this vulnerable reach it wasn't impossible to attempt the move, and so Tonravik wasted no time, and in succession with his movement she, too, moved; she attempted to shoulder her weight into him, seeking to hit her shoulder near his throat to cause his breathing to restrict enough to startle him into release, perhaps even fall backward. But there was little momentum to cause that.

Perhaps startling him might be enough.

Tonravik's plume waved and she rumbled excitedly, knowing things were near their end. It was a good spar, and she was reminded of his strength and his devotion to fighting until the last.