Haunted Wood they were there when I woke up this morning

it happens quickly; she misses her target, and is forced away from her weak grip easily enough. his grip she moves swiftly to evade, and for a moment, it appears she might succeed. but she's dwarfed by him, and already in an awkward position because of her attack. and so for a fleeting moment, his fangs hover over her jugular. it is only a moment, but one needs only to barest flicker of opportunity to prove fatal. 

she withdraws swiftly, glancing back up to him when he speaks. her expression is nonplussed, but she's sharply disappointed. "you didn't take the bait. you defended." no matter how fast she was, if she didn't pause a moment to ensure her effort was worth it, it would be wasted.