Sun Mote Copse One breath, it'll just break it

She'd managed to overbalance him and to taste blood, and that spurred her on even more as righteous victory swelled in her heart.  He could lie all he wanted, she knew the truth, and she'd bring her mom's justice by tearing him from his throne.  No, not only that.  For this he deserved death.  His teeth met her face, but he was holding back, and the shallow grazes they left only managed to make her draw back a second.

She wasn't about to stop.  Still snarling with a gutteral and feral ferocity, Kiwi this time lunged for the man's neck, hoping to grasp it from the side and end this battle sooner than later.  He was larger than she, but not by much, and old.  He could not match her and the expertise she had gained.  That much was clear from how easily she'd unseated him initially and how little he was willing to damage her.  He was weak, too weak to deserve her mother's legacy.