Blackbeak Bluff It’s a hit and run

She snaps into his cheek, pinching harshly into flesh as the boy seeks her ear in turn.
She feels her untorn right ear shred somewhere on the lower side, and with a loud growl the Warmaiden moves her teeth for his neck. She's not aiming for anywhere vital though. 
After all in her mind this is simply an elevated spar between familiar faces. 
His life isn't in danger, nor, does she feel, is her own.