Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

heda writhed and thrashed under the man. "hey! this isn't a spar, you fucking —" but the swear terminated in a snarl and she began to fight harder.
he was much larger and much stronger than her.
eventually heda slumped back under his shoving paw. "whatever point you wanted to make is made," she seethed up at him, her golden eyes holding the dragonfire of a far saltcliff.