Swiftcurrent Creek All I Can Say Is

rolled a 4!
Arric: 1
Cygnet: 7

He shielded himself well, blocking her jaws and shouldering her aside when she lunged again and again, still fixated on clamping down on his throat. It was too fine of a target, and he was much more adept at blocking it than she was at striking, though her willpower soared. With each block and shove, she learned how to regain her balance, before striking again- only to be pushed away. 

Her aim was a problem. His sheer size- also a problem. She had, however, gained a tiny bit of ground, or so she thought, when he stepped back and crouched. Her hackles lifted, and she raised the short stump of her tail. What she did not have in strength or experience, she made up for in tenacity. 

And, being a problem child, she knew when to pivot and try a different angle. She tried a technique he had used earlier- lunging toward him as she had before, only to feint and side-step, aiming for his flank where the tissue between his knee and his belly was soft and thin.