Two Eyes Cenote he will never eat

HE stood still. Watched her attack. As her father had done at first. And then he gave the go ahead and shifted his position. 

Her stomach tightened in anticipation and the snap of her eyes glittered as she readied herself. There was no fear of what possible pain could come. Or the fear of the unknown. No. It was anticipation, delight, excitement. 

She bent to task and struck quickly. Aiming for his side, then his rear haunch, danced backwards and went for the other side. Always forward and backward she went. Attacking and then gliding backwards. Clumsily of course. She was still a child, but she for what she failed at in skill, she made up in fervor.