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Her choice was to sacrifice footing for offensive initiative, and with it She at least lands a few blows.  He assailant is right back on her, however, and they scuffle, small wounds exchanged but for a moment no ground gained.

Then Rosalyn's anger turns abruptly to primal fear as Thuringwethil grabs her throat from beneath, and she is sure it is over.  The aim is off, thankfully, but still blood is pulled, and she immediately lowers her head over the torn flesh, now hunching back into a more defensive position.

She can feel herself shaking with the close call, and knows it is time.  Her next opening she will risk it; she will try to flee.  For now she lunges forward as she tries to get to her paws, her own teeth lined for the chest, attempting once more to spur retreat.