Arrow Lake I don't know what I'm doing half the time

Her reaction spurred more aggression from the boy. He tugged a few more times before she finally managed to whip around and strike at him - but he was fast, easily much more accustomed to sparring with his own siblings. There was no time to wonder if this girl ever had any sparring experience; she tried to go for his face and he parried with a flash of his open teeth, their jaws clicking as he thrust his face at her's at a slanting angle.

Then he tried to retaliate with another blow, but this time his teeth clicked uselessly over her head and the force of the motion dislodged something in his own mouth - a baby tooth maybe - which smarted, and made him wince, recoiling with a stagger to one side. If she wanted to escape without further harm, there was her chance.