Panther Park [m] The only time I'd ever call you mine

What she hadn't expected was just how fast Hunst could be; there was no time to come up with step two. Abruptly he was on her. Abruptly she was on the ground. Dead, just like that, if it'd been a true fight.

Small, he called her. Reverie's lips twitched with the ghost of a snarl. Even pinned she stayed bristling, tense, testing his grip on her with little jerks and tugs. Battle was a foreign beast but this — this was all too familiar a scene, her left helpless beneath the weight of another and all she could think was not again, not again,

and she snapped, teeth flashing for his jaw with force enough to leave stinging welts even as she tore herself from his grasp. Her elbows tore across the rocky ground, but Reverie hardly noticed. She rolled to her feet, reaching this time to rip one of his from beneath him. Not to hurt him, truly, but to bring him to the ground as he had done to her.

Training wasn't on her mind anymore.