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this girl is getting so lucky with these rolls

She didn't even manage to get a hold on him. Maybe that was for the best, though, because as soon as his weight checked into hers and slammed her muzzle back, she scrambled sideways to get out of range. She knew better than to stick around after a hit like that, and if her reflexes had been only a bit slower, he likely would have managed to pin her down. Instead she lunged away, further, when he made a bid to bear down on her.

This isn't even fair. I hate this. She glared at him warily, backing in a wide circle. Her muzzle stung and she could taste blood from somewhere that her teeth must have caught her own lip. The next move was going to have to be his. She wasn't about to subject herself to that again.