Stavanger Bay we dwarves are natural sprinters

but he was totally gonna go easy on her.
okay — medium.
dalia rushed him in a blur of quick pale fire; her teeth snipped into his shoulder, and he grunted. however, she had asked for it, and so the mayfair-cairn lunged forward with a speed that belied his build, grazing the side of her throat with his own teeth in a warning before she removed herself out of striking distance. 
his turn now; velen's powerful hindlegs bunched beneath him and he leapt, swinging his muzzle downward to snap for her fore-ankles.