Stavanger Bay we dwarves are natural sprinters

as quick as dalia may have been, in that her actions were rapid fire as a result of quick thinking, dalia herself was not fast. so as velen grazed the side of her throat, a feeling that made her whole being shiver, dalia scrambled away from him now, only to turn and face him as he came back head on.

oh no -- oh no -- oh no -- oh no. 

she danced back from him, with terrible technique and without really thinking, it was just instinct to scramble away. it was her first thought, so she acted, but there were better moves to be made, especially since everyone knows the most effective form of escape is not backpedalling. his muzzle swung downwards to snap at her forelegs. still dancing to avoid his teeth, dalia's own head moved to match his actions, teeth snapping around his muzzle -- but not too close! she was afraid, bless her heart, that she might accidentally hurt him. 

as if.