Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

He lunged at her, returning her aggression with his own. She saw the glint in his eyes, something telling her that he was actually enjoying this. It scared her, just a touch more than it excited her. Could she say the she truly wanted to shed his blood? No. But, it wasn’t that which set her alive—it as the fight itself.

She barely registered the initial pain elicited by his teeth upon her foreleg, the adrenaline pumping in her veins to block it out. Not only that, but she couldn’t hear her brother’s screams, for her ears were pounding in time with her own, wild heart.

With a growl, the girl attempted to rip her leg free, but he had placed himself so firmly, as if he had become one with the ground, and she felt it, then—dread. Regret. 

Fear.

Her teeth released his neck to strike where his and her body met, hoping for some release.

I’m okay with minor injuries!