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She tasted blood and felt the thrill of victory but it only lasted an instant.  Before she knew what was happening he had scruffed her and dragged her down, then planted his weight to pin her.

She twisted as she fought to catch her breath and kicked, striking out in an effort to get free. The adrenaline was wearing off, however, taking most of her optimism with it.  If she wasn’t so tired, he’d be toast.  She was angry thinking it, but resigned too, and a part of her considered if it wouldn’t be easier to give up.

Nope. No way was she making this easy for him.  Instead she continued to struggle, snapping at whatever she could reach.  If she couldn’t get loose then she could at least make him regret catching her.