Broken Antler Fen the vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

She didn't stop. But neither did Draper. He wanted this place, his home, to be safe. Safe from fucking psychos like this one. She shredded at him, he shredded at her. He took another few bite marks, a couple of lacerations on his ribs. The top of his muzzle now had a rather nasty gash on it as well. As for his opponent, she was looking worse for the wear. At some point, Draper had gained the upper hand, and he managed to pin her to the ground, pressing his weight on her as he snapped at that precious pink nose of hers.

It was more of a red nose now. At least, what was left of it. Pinned beneath him, he paused for her to either a) give up or b) continue to give him a whole lot of trouble.