Thunder Dome one of many hiccups

The brute doesn’t turn fast enough—she’s surprised he’s turning at all—and she bares down with all she has. Her teeth tear into the tender flesh where his neck comes to shoulder, fangs piercing on the opposite side. With a trained strong hold, she continues to push her entire weight into him, forcing him back as far as she can get him. Her intention to chase him off turns to bloodshed, ignoring any marks or pull of her he has to offer. She releases her grip to growl, a snarl vibrating out of her chest before she begins to snap relentlessly again