Wild Berry Meadow no man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate

limb clashed against limb, and one of her own fell limp and useless. there was pain, or rather, there would be. not now, not when she was hell-bent and driving the raw force that snapped and drooled above her away. the sudden, brash attack had her sudden roll beneath him, away and onto her side. his left forelimb was what stood before her suddenly, and so she attempted to fix steel-trap jaws around his ankle, simultaneously continuing her brief momentum and throwing her weight against his knee in a desperate attempt to undermine his strength.