Hideaway Strath One fight AHahah

Having gained some experience in her fights with Nyra and Whrist, the sylph dug her paws into the earth, grimacing as the ground tore at her pinkpads in protest, in order to stop herself from being sent sprawling into the dirt by Vein's massive build. Though a bruising, radiating ache began to spread through the shoulder that the cleric had knocked into, the midwife forced herself to dive back towards Vein before he could push her too far.

Originally, she aimed for her teeth to find purchase on the fleshy folds of skin around his nape but with a stroke of luck, her jaws scraped across and landed directly on the pallid male's windpipe. The combat medic held his throat in a deadly grip for a moment, falling still and trusting that the man would follow suit if he did not want his trachea to be crushed. A soft, dominant rumble escaped Aerin's throat -- she had pinned him in a lethal grip and they both knew it despite how odd it would have seemed to an outsider that the tiny waif could have bested the hulking bloodletter. One harsh squeeze and he would have been another of the fae's victims. 

The healer released him with a wispier sound, a reedy noise meant to placate. She would never hurt him. The once-mother allowed her tongue to flick across his jugular briefly, as fleetingly as a butterfly's landing, before skulking out of his reach to watch the shaman as she paced defensively to and fro before him.