Grouse Thicket Queen of Diamonds

Forelegs pounded into her chest, knocking out her breath and causing her to release her grip on his chest. Her back legs hit the earth with a thud, tensing underneath her as she fell, and , instinctively, she tucked in her head and used the momentum generated by her fall back ward to ram her head right at him, hoping to, at these close quarters, score a hit while he was unbalanced in his hind legs. It was certainly a hell of a strategy, and later she would find herself practising her own version of this move. 

Only problem was, should she be able to rock him of balance and he fall, there was little she could do about it. The ram had been an instinctive move, born of a quick thought, and she was still trying to recover her breath. This move would leave her dizzy as she expended energy and breath without actually taking one. Still, hopefully it would give her a moment to recover quickly an resume the spar.