Redsand Canyon where habits have teeth and the words carry knives

The Plebian did not rise to the occasion, instead slamming into Towhee’s midsection. This knocked the wind out of the Redhawk, though she planted her feet and curled into the frankly horrible sensation, arching her spine and essentially mounting Aquene’s face. Choking for breath, she slid her forelegs around the other woman’s rib cage and held on tightly.

Hopefully before Aquene could discover that, despite her feminine presentation, Towhee actually possessed the perfect target—a set of small testicles—the Redhawk then tugged sideways with force, trying to yank her off her feet and slam them both to the ground.