Redsand Canyon And all I want is to fill my soul

his head meets the underside of her chin squarely, and the sharp movement that is her head jolting upward is enough to have darkness cloud her vision an instant. a grunt, quick and stifled, but she can not waste a moment. Derg is unbalanced, to pull away, to recover now would mean to lose this advantage. 

instead, she continues forward, clumsier, messier than she'd have liked, but still she moves. her head moves to attempt to catch at his scruff, squinting against the dark spots the linger in her vision, intent on driving him toward and onto the earth. her breath catches as the movement tugs at the healing muscles in her forward shoulder, but she does not, can not falter.