Haunted Wood New Kid on the Block

Her maddened grin lingered just long enough so she might note his reaction to the slice of teeth in his tender paw. He actually chuckled at it. While it wasn't what she was expecting, it pleased her in some small way to know that her opponent also may use physical pain to his advantage. But ah, how tempted she was to press that limit. And then to break it. Her strike to the golden male’s windpipe worked, but only earned a grunt out him, while he backed away, leaving her to free his paw at last. 

She knew that with the space now placed between them, he would have room to gather for his next attack. It showed in her body posture as her shoulders rolled, head sinking down intently in between. Her eye landed on the twitch of the bunching muscles in his hind legs. A dead giveaway. When he charged with such blistering speed for his size, she let him come. At the last second she met him head on with open jaws, but the force of his blow was great, and her jawline, just a little too low, resulting in the bruising impact. Stars danced before her eyes. As before, she did not cry out in the agony he wished to hear. If Tzila wanted to master this new fighting tactic of hers, she would have to learn to embrace the pain. To welcome it like a dear friend.

Turning her head back to face him, her jaw still throbbing, she saw not an oncoming attack, but the form of the man at stand still. Practically quivering from head to toe, no doubt riding his own high from the spar. Tzila by contrast, had adopted an eerily air of calmness about her. Which couldn't be a good thing. For there in the shadows behind him, she had spotted a tool that would prove most useful to her. Step by step, she moved closer. Forcing herself up against him and in turn, forcing him to step back. Until the sharp poke of jagged, broken off branch of a tree tickled his flesh. She could easily impale him in a single thrust if she wished. Dark lips quivered, ruby painted teeth flashing. "Submit. Or we shall dine on your flesh and drink the wine that is your blood." She hissed in a venom laced voice, jaws coming to part and graze those sharpened blades almost gently over the bridge of his muzzle. A tender but no less sinister threat, wrapped with deaths ribbon.