Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

she does not move aside, instead steeling herself to take the force of his hit. this is battle, yes, but more importantly it is a test of his strength. and she will feel it with her own body.

he slams into her, a wall of muscle, and his shoulder strikes the soft tissue of her throat. she stumbles backward and gags, a rough choking sound escaping her, but expressive green eyes betray satisfaction. jaws still parted in recuperation from his attack, she lunges for his lowered head. teeth aim to hold warm flesh, but not to cut.

when her season comes, she will fight him as if her life depends on it. but for now her attacks are measured, meant only to test.