Hideaway Strath And I'll call you when the party's over

She had managed to control the fight for a moment, even if it meant another wound. She didn't care, she was too focused on the place where her teeth had finally connected—she felt them hit bone as the force of her bite sank her jaws in deep. She held on, thrashing her head as much as she was able with the other woman's teeth in her neck. 

The teeth were gone soon enough, but she felt them again behind her ear. She knew that would hurt the most later when her adrenaline wore off. She knew she would be sore, but it was worth it to get out her frustration with Nyra. This had been a long time coming. All their posturing had finally come to a head, and it wasn't going to be pretty. 

She wanted the teeth out of her flesh, and so she reluctantly let go of her own hold and thrust her body forward as hard as she could, hoping to throw off Nyra's balance and knock her to the ground, or at least knock her back so she could regroup and come at her from a different angle.