Hushed Willows If this is to end in fire

Orlaith backed off as he assumed she might- and he was thankful he had been pinned with his limbs above him, rather than below. How pitiful it might've been if the spar had ended that quickly! He was started to pull himself up when she came for his throat, and it was like the holy ghost coming down from on high, frightening in the most beautiful way. There was not enough time for him to get up, and so he simply let his weight back to the ground and did what he could- rolling horizontally to the side. Still he felt the tips of a couple fangs graze him as she likely came to the ground where he was; the sting of these wounds was not easy but Fionn was a mercenary, and knew blood was often inevitable, even in spars. There was no time to waste though, so even with the fresh grazed skin he pulled himself up as quickly as he could, and backed up a couple feet, lowering himself into a challenging stance, expecting she might come to charge at him again.