Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

I set her up for one more last ditch effort, she's not one to give up, she has no self preservation instinct, but I planed on having her pass out at the end on this post if the roll didn't go her way this time. However a 9 gives me lots of room to play, I just looked it up and apparently dogs can have the wind knocked out of them like people,

Whrist roared and snarled the first noise she had made since the start of the spar she had not even yelped at the surprise nature of the first attack. She was angry now, and she wanted to win with every fibre of her being even if it meant ultimately loosing in the end.

She got her paws between them now, Seeing no other option, then to give up her hold in order to break the stale mate. She let go and thrashed with her paws, digging in and with one quick and desperate motion shoving upward with all the adrenaline laced strength and force from one whom thought death of imminent could achieve, Whrist shoved her paws only with blind luck directly into the diaphragm of the wolf above her, shoving the wind from Nyra's lungs suddenly and forcefully.

Breaking the hold on her throat of course came at the cost of her own blood but that was a thought that mattered very little to her, Right now she needed to finish this,

Whrist made to grab at the very base of the white wolfs jaw where her throat connected with her jaw and held on like her very life depended on it, She didn’t need her full strength to hold this spot for very long which was good, Whrist was nearly beaten. If she made her mark, this kind of grip would not allow the big brute to draw air back into empty lungs, not right away anyway.