Cedar Sweep Black swan

She wondered what he would've done, spooked, squared to match her; the latter, it seemed, she'd have to weasel her way around this one.

Much as she might've simply delighted in taking a piece out of him, her lunge was a simple bluff, her commitment a playful dance, she did not make it seem like one, though...

Sharp movements, she was a nimble thing, quick to dart to the side and back, making a real attempt for the skin of his neck, trying to topple him, though she'd keep her teeth in check beyond the threat of pressure, or the clicking of them connecting when she missed, her body would not, at least, colliding with his own from the side.

Pff. Hardly. You'll have to worse than that to hurt my feelings.

Far worse. far far worse worse.