Sawtooth Spire set fire

The female's surprise had caused a wrench of her head. The spider's fangs razing flesh. Such events were not proper spar etiquette, nor had the Eta intended to maim his accomplice. A venomous snarl ripped from the bear-wolf's throat and whether it was her own actions or not, fangs released their grip and relented. Not that attention fumbled. A swing of paw thundered around too fast and hard to avoid. A nimble duck of head glanced it off the top of noggin but it battered an ear and stung. Enough weight was behind it that the spider stumbled sideways with its severity. 

It was, perhaps, good fortune that the beta rose to pounce, for the Eta was already coming alongside to thump shoulder to shoulder and knock the beast off course. Another snarl rippled from snout, head coiling back like a snake to strike for her cheek and neck. The blows were aimed for speed and accuracy, not wishing to latch on as before but aiming to pinch and go. Should they connect there was enough proximity between the two for a real battle now, the tender gap of bodies falling to an all out wrestle.