Ankyra Sound Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.

The War-chief turned at the moment his words came. It was as though she had been prepared for this. By the glint in her eye, he would even assume she looked forward to such an event.

Fury came for him with quick speed. Too quick. Teeth clamped upon a foreleg. Weight pushed itself hard against his chest, knocking the air from him. Both undoubtedly sent him sprawling backwards; though, with what time he was given before the fall, Arashi gaped his jaws, searching for some hold to drag her down with him. If she'd lost her balance too, he would have an advantage and be able to get on his feet faster to administer an attack. 

Likely, with the position she'd be placed in, he could better reach a set of a fore-claws upon her belly and send his teeth in a lunge towards her throat. It wasn't much of an original move, but the throat was, most of the time, one to cause enough damage.