Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

She fought! That was a spark he had not expected and it was, in its way, entertaining to him. It was more familiar than anything. It was unfortunate that he was still scarred so deeply by his last fight — his nephew having cut his body so deeply, but beyond that the mental anguish of having lost that battle, and those recruits — caused Tulimaq to immediately spiral. The woman's snapping teeth earned a rumble first, and even before his breath was expended he was reaching to snap his own teeth, to parry with her, and was rough about it.

That was Tartok. If she required a test of might, Tulimaq could fulfill that. There was of course a limit to what he should do, or how he should perform, and as he buffeted against her body with his own or pressed the advantage of his size, or were to reach for her possessively, he was not soft about it.