Spotted Eagle Mountain I'm good at letting go

When he had finally eased with his movements, he had not expected such a blunt force to his muzzle. It winded him for a split moment and he ended up dropping the amiirad completely.
Shaking his skull roughly to rid of the feeling, the man growled, showing his teeth off in her presence. He did not fear repercussion for doing so. This was a spar; a lesson, not a coddling session.
Before she had any time to decide what to do next, Khaba rushed forward and reached to grab her own shoulder within his jaws. Now, again, with the size difference, the outcome would likely be far different for both. If he managed a secure enough grip, he intended to take a moment to sink into the skin, causing a distraction with the pain it could cause and use the given opportunity to twist her body and land her hard upon her flank. And he if he was able to do so, the mazoi would hold her there with a heavy paw.