Phoenix Maplewood dark archer, light up another sun

He caught her paw, but it didn't seem to faze her enough for her to back off. If anything, it seemed to make her angrier. Before Skífa had the chance to roll over and dodge her next move, she straddled him with her hindlegs and shoved her uninjured paw against his throat.

Well, that was terrifying. His heart was racing. He felt a massive stitch in his side, and now it was somewhat tricky to breathe. Too much more of this and he'd probably pass out. So Skífa shoved his front paws toward her chest, trying to keep her full weight off his neck. He stared into her velvety-purple eyes and bared his teeth in a vicious smile. His head swimming with adrenaline. With a soft grunt, Skífa kicked his back legs up and tried to ram them into her stomach as hard as he could, trying to kick her off of him or at least hold her back.