The Sunspire here comes a fierce battle between a king cobra and a honey badger

The taste of his blood on her tongue spurred her to dig deeper, rooting around for the top of his spinal cord. Perhaps she could severe it. Before she had a chance, however, he arched around and wrapped his jaws around her left foreleg. Realizing that resisting would result in severer damage, Honey Badger allowed herself to be torn loose from his back. She fell to the ground, her teeth rattling from the impact. Her left shoulder took the brunt of it, a bruise already blooming unseen beneath her black fur.

Just as quick as a cat, she leaped back onto all fours. Her right cheekbone bled freely, her left shoulder smarted and her left foreleg bore the marks of the brute's teeth, though only superficially. Still she did not back down. Honey Badger backpedaled a few steps, putting a six-foot wide gap between them, and lowered her head to protect her throat. Her ears, rimmed with a dusting of white, slicked backward and she bared her teeth.

"Come at me, bro," she taunted the larger wolf, though she didn't wait for him to attack. She rushed at him. If she went for his legs, he might snap her neck from above and behind. If she went for his face, Honey Badger would sustain as much damage as she wrought. If she dove for something else, she stood a better chance of surprising him and succeeding.

With this tactic in mind, the yearling buckled her legs at the last moment, then darted into the gap between her assailant's legs. Aware that he could easily punish her silvered backside with his teeth, she sprang upward, intent on slamming her skull into his soft belly as she simultaneously lunged right for his balls.