Redsand Canyon She said she needs proof

her attack misses but donovan's does not. he is larger than her — unfortunate but if she could exploit his physical weaknesses it didn't have to be so. his teeth find purchase in her scruff and at first she twists this and that way, mostly testing his resistance. he tightens his hold; praimfaya, however, refuses to admit defeat. this spar isn't over. not as long as she is still standing. there is still a chance to maneuver this in her favor. so she bucks now, less concerned about the safety of her own flesh held prisoner betwixt his teeth and more concerned with jarring his jaw, forcing him to relinquish his grip upon her.

when she is free, she takes a steadying breath, giving a wide berth as she circles, rolls her shoulders and readies herself into a defensive fight stance once more; a boxer in the ring, fists held high to protect her face.