locked in perpetual motion

Jace felt her teeth graze the very tip of his shoulder, but her jerked back enough that it wasn’t dire. He followed her fancy feet and sidestepped, and then stepped forward lunging at her shoulders and chest, while keeping his head and neck down and unexposed.

As she went for his rear thigh, he sidestepped feeling her teeth graze it and twisted his head back to grasp at her hip and leg, hoping to make her retreat from that thigh. He moved his paws trying to unbalance her with a swift swipe of his own paw to her rear leg, the nearest to his front.

She was graceful and delicate in her movements and he was hard pressed to keep up his own prowess against her.