Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

Realizing that this maneuver had worked the previous time, Hydra again rushed him as he flagged. Her youth made her nearly inexhaustible (though she could not deny the tremble in her limbs and the aches she had been given throughout this spar), but terribly reckless and foolish. Every attack, successful or failed, was a lesson. As she moved for him, Hydra—with her eyes squinted and lobes flattened, and for good measure chin tucked—used the momentum her continuous movement gave to her and sought to unbalance him as he had her. Her weight alone could not do it, and so she used her fangs to grip and push simultaneously with the weight of her body. She felt a great pressure upon her scruff, and just as she saw him stumble and fall she felt the weight of him also cost her the same thing she had paid for her attack.