Dragoncrest Cliffs i woulda coulda used to be the shit

Shi-yit. He felt more bad for her than he did for himself as her skull made impact with his broad chest, although he did get some of the wind knocked out of him, and staggered back. He felt her teeth connect with his leg and gritted his own, trying to wrench it from her. Little fucking piranha, this one.

Carefully--he didn't want to hurt her--he used his weight instead to push her down, one of his shoulders against her ribs. If he was successful, she'd go rolling into the dirt. If not, who knew. Wincing slightly, he did sort of a Wolf Piledriver, but a kinder one than you'd normally see--like the pillow fight version, or whatever.