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She caught his shoulder and took a chunk from him in the processs, he  in turn clipped her cheek with his teeth before trying to retreat. 
She felt the tinge of pain, a familiar friend by now, but the Warqueen did not falter.

Fury followed on his tail with a roar, intent to chase him off and away while biting at his hocks and heels to solidify her point.
She would not stop until his trail was dust in the wake of fleeing paws.