The Floodlands wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight

Ragna's teeth closed around the firebolt's scruff, her grip firm but not punishing. She would cause no major injury. She braced herself to try to wrestle the woman to the ground, but just as she felt steady enough to do so, the woman reared back. Their heads collided, and in her shock, Ragna released her grip on the woman's scruff and backpedaled. Her head throbbed, and Ragna was uninterested in continuing their fight with a headache. Yield, she declared, and saw no shame in it. Well fought, firebolt. She stood and shook herself of the dust of battle.