Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

despite his greater size, merrick's hardened frame lithely evades. he scarcely saw himself in the movements; tantalized, the boy circled to the right and then lunged forward. teeth snapped upward toward air; the conflict would be the tuck of his shoulder colliding into that of the saint.
forcing his strength into the motion, merrick had little impetus left to move away, and so braced with a sly narrowing of his remaining eye for donovan's next attack.