My shoulder is sore, that was for sure. Be it a combination of Avery’s strength or just my lack of being built like my father I didn’t know. She was powerful her previous and current positions surely well deserved. Still though I was going to try and put her through her paces as best as I could with the skills I had. Currently we were kindred spirits far into battle now, but I still could not bring myself to be violent against her even though she seemed hell bent on hurting me. Maybe I was just being a bit too chivalrous when I shouldn’t be or respectful. Either way I knew I could do better than I was now if I had to hurt someone and take their lives. As it was I was content in doing the damage I did. Grabbing her neck and shoving her down seemed reasonable at the moment I did it. But I didn’t quite expect what followed.

As her body readily fell to the ground I knew something was wrong. No way would I have this much power to force her down, to be honest I didn’t expect to be able to at all with how powerful she was and how… well, not I was, in this case. I didn’t think of her rolling on the ground and I let go in surprise which was a good thing else I would have ended up rolling all over the ground with her which would be not exactly be in good style I think. Perhaps I am sensitive about my nose since my sister managed to snag it. So I pulled back feeling her grab my cheek for a moment and feeling her fangs pierce my skin. I snarl in response rather than yelp. Annoyed that every time I seem to get in a fight with a woman they seem fit to be biting at my face! I back away so she can’t grab at my muzzle or anything else on my face again.

Instead though I see her paws go throwing up around my head and I duck my head down feeling rather demasculinized in these moments but still I had an idea of what to do. She twisted around to grab my scruff and I feel her teeth dig in and then her start shaking. I can’t stop myself this time, I yelp, that horrible sound escaping my maw as she ravaged my scruff leaving me to lash back with all my might because I really couldn’t stop myself. I was being yanked about and I lashed out to grab at her chest that was near my face biting and snapping the flesh she had closest to me before shoving her off as forcefully as I could with all the stinging and burning my scruff was feeling. I knew she was trying to hurt me and I knew she was mad but I was still not really wanting to hurt her back. I did hurt her or I tried too but its because I wanted her off. And I suppose I would continue just fending her off until she settled down or I could prove or disprove whatever it was she wanted.