Einarr would take a moment, just a moment, to set his defenses right before the woman came at him. Ears would fold against his skull, eyes would narrow, and shoulders would be rolled forward. He would lower his head down to align with his spine, tipping his chin forward, as tail lifted to align with his spine behind him. His legs would bend, his weight distributed across his spread legs. Claws would bite into the soil, and hackles were raised as he eyed her. Let her come, he was ready.
Lips would pull back in a snarl of his own as she launched forward. The woman would come in at his right side. He would feel fangs clip his lower right stomach, piercing skin only slightly. A minor wound for certain, though with the potential to get worse as the fight wore on.
Einarr would anchor himself down as she began to push past him. He would aim to counter her slam with her hips into his body by dropping down slightly and throwing his weight to the right. Einarr aimed to slam his right shoulder into Jendai’s right hip in a grinding attack with her own. He would feel counter damage for certain, but perhaps he would be able to knock her off balance instead, or at least give her a nice bruise to think about.
In addition to this Einarr would tilt his head to the right and downward, upper jaws snapping at the left of the base of her tail and lower jaws landing on the left. Not only did he want to try and bruise her {or best case knock her off balance} he wanted to gain control of the situation by gaining a hold where her tail connected with her body. He wasn’t going all out just yet... Holding back some steam for the next round.