Whitefish River gotta try harder, be better, do worse

The great thing about being lean and quick was that he could be quick. Dorian was already crouched, having done so to duck and nip Hiero. He saw the constable's arse before it shot down, attempting to pin him. And the newbie at fighting took instinct again; he fell to his stomach and rolled out of the way.

Not all was quick enough though. Hiero managed to pin one leg underneath his ass. One leg that hadn't been properly tucked. Awkwardness at his position made Dorian yelp softly. Shock or surprise, who knew? He crunched his stomach, whipping into an even more awkward position to try and bite at anything.

Was it a flank, a hind leg? Didn't matter. He could only reach the back half of Hiero's body.