Firefly Glen Romancing the Stone

He backed up again, and again, trying to avoid her teeth - okay, maybe this time he was getting the hint. He attempted to retaliate as she lunged for his shoulder, teeth aiming to grab her own muzzle - although how successful depended on her own movements... seeing how absent-minded he was. Blood seeped from his shoulder and face, sloppily he continued to try and make distance all the while somewhat tripping over his own two feet. Fine! Fine! I get it, jeez! What a bitch! 

Trying to turn tail to run away, he tripped once in his drunken stupor, perhaps taking a little too long to get back onto his feet to try once again and run away from this crazy lady.