Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

Fith Roll: 15 -- no attack made

---

He lay his ears back with her snap, taking it as a moment to recollect himself when he didn't feel the sting of teeth. He needed to slow it down. Pull back. He dropped his head slightly just as she reeled around to strike him. He expected the bite of ivories on his neck but all there was was the same crushing sensation. It made him fall back onto his haunches, inhale sharply against the tightness. 
He was breathless but it gave him time to think.
Think.

Derg shifted up, rising to meet her. He knew what he wanted to do. He needed to catch his breath so he lowered his head and waited to go on the defensive. Wait to strike. Then he could go for her legs and sweep her clean down. This was the sort of spar he needed.

148 words