Hideaway Strath raise hell, kick ass, take names

She started to topple.
Either he pulled harder than he realised or she was more unsteady than he thought.
He scrambled but she landed on his hips. Nearly trapping him.
With a kick he was free and whirling on her again.

His teeth flew for her side. He'd be open to attack as she twisted to block, but perhaps he could use that to his advantage somehow.
He swung his hips around, so if she rose her head he'd hopefully knock her back down with the hard bone.