Kintla Flatlands old and merry tune

He toppled, and she darted over him like a wisp of smoke, light and quick. Her fangs sought his scruff this time, but she was waylaid by a swift kick to the face. She narrowly avoided being struck in the muzzle, twisting so that his kick caught her shoulder, sending her smaller form flying back a meter. Pausing a brief second, she collected her senses about her before launching her next attack, aiming a swift it to his nose. A bold move, but one that would cause great pain if it landed, and hopefully send him away. Helia was less interested in this fight, more so in simply driving away the idiotic boy.