Barrow Fields What Do You Want From Me?

The stun had worked, interesting.. he would remember that and try to perfect such a move for those who would try such a move on him in the future. He wasn't certain how much he could perfect it, but he'd try it again anyway in the next fight. Lips lifted in frustration as his first attack didn't land, he hungered for that sweet liquid she had and it grew now that he was denied with the first strike other than a couple drops with which he could barely taste.

That satisfaction came quickly though as instead of her face, he grabbed her leg and locked onto his attack. The classic move that he enjoyed so much in a battle, to grab on and refuse to let go. The paw and claws to the face were the first on his mind as the claws sunk into his muzzle, but he was relentless, it would take more for him to let go. Warmth flowed down as he could feel blood pooling from her claws making contact. On his nape the feeling of fangs sinking into his own skin didn't go ignored, neither of them went for critical hits, and in the attempt to end this soon - he began to tug.

A move to stop her from tugging back on his nape, to get the claws out of his face, and most of all, get her off balance.

Bracing himself with all four limbs, he leaned back. Using his weight to his advantage, he tugged and jerked his head back, once again into her own attack, but this time not to stun. No. This time he would try to take her leg with him, bring her tumbling down by dragging her leg as far as he needed.