Grouse Thicket Schmoyoho, accent on the yo.

Shorter 'cause I don't wanna PP too much!

This time, instead of bodies, their teeth collided. Kaertok could taste the blood in his mouth where his gums were now bleeding, and it only served to fuel the fire that was clearly brewing between the two of them. Having spent his years learning to spar, he saw the feint coming from miles away. As she dove up toward his throat, Keartok jerked to the left and then dove down, intending to push himself under her armpit and flip her like a pancake (yum).