Phoenix Maplewood dark archer, light up another sun

Skífa retreated and began circling her in the opposite direction. She charged at him before he expected her to, and she hit him squarely in his side. He hit a tree behind him - a tall, gray maple. It made a solid thump as he crashed into it, and he had the wind soundly knocked out of him. "!" He grunted. His ribs suddenly pounded with pain like a well-beaten drum.

She tried to pin him down, but he wouldn't make it easy for her. Still gasping for air, Skífa squirmed and twisted underneath her, kicking out with his legs and snapping his teeth at any part of her that came within spitting distance. He glued his tail between his hindlegs and kept his head low over his throat, protecting himself as well as he was able to.