Blackfeather Woods words are wind, my friend

The boy threw himself into motion as soon as Atshen did, and if his brother was a charging wraith he was but a stream in his path. He slipped to the side, avoiding his first, anger driven blow, and made his own when his brother's momentum carried him toward him and made a close strike easy.

this he did, seeking to grasp the side of his brother's neck in his jaws and at the same time throwing forth his body weight, hoping to push him over. He doubted that he would be able to hold him down for long, but unbalancing him and springing away seemed a good maneuver.