Haunted Wood Bah! You're all the same to me

Smartly, she released his leg. He was surprised she had the pain tolerance to strain against his firm grip, but here they were. His hold faltered just enough from her jerking to allow her room to sink her fangs into the crook of his neck. The wounds stung like needles in his skin, drawing a growl from him before he was aware of its manifestation. But no matter.

His hold was superior to hers, having restricted her options to the point of making this an uphill battle for her right from the get-go. Black Hat thrashed his head about with what room he had, intending to cause as much pain as possible. As he did, he reared and bored down on the woman's small form with gravity on his side, hoping to force her to the ground and put this silly little spat to an end.