Take a look at the one you're with

It was a dangerous thing underestimate her brother. As she lurched forward, he dropped his chest, causing her lower jaw to scrape the ground. A snarl curled back her lips. Damn him. Jaws still scored though, fangs clamped down on his foreleg, just at his elbow. It was mostly bone there, not a lot of tender muscle. Skull jerked to the left (away from his body), she intended to drag her fangs down his limb, tearing into his skin until she reached muscle about midway down his leg, she wouldn't break her dear brothers leg, just give him a little something to remember her by. As she did this, she righted herself, rolling back onto her chest but not before she felt his fangs make contact with her scruff, a growl rumbling through her chest. This would leave his grip more on the right side of her scruff rather than in the center of her neck. It wouldn't have been the first time he grabbed her there. Her scruff and shoulders were littered with scars from his bites, but a high pitched snarl of outrage still erupted from her. She was blind to see how her moved to attack her, only being able to feel each movement of his body. Mind calculated her next attack, she needed to get up or get him off her. Release his leg and jerk back, ripping her scruff even more? Or keep her hold? It was an obvious assumption that his chin would be tucked against his throat to prevent her from attacking him there. Beneath her she set her paws out wider on both sides of her body, making it harder for him to flip her over. A brief thought crossed her mind. His legs where spread wide for balance, but with her so close to him and partially under him, in order for him to reach her scruff with his jaws, at least some of his weight would have to rest more on his front paws, right? In a final effort, she reared back at a slight angle to the left, throwing all of her weight and strength into it. His grip on the righter side of her scruff gave her the ability to rear back without being stuck beneath his jaws. She intended to pull his front leg(the one she has a grip on) out from under him, across his chest. In his crouch, he left his rump in the air, without that leg to support him, gravity would attack him and send him toppling over on his side, even with his heavy weight her attack should unbalance him enough to get free, and if all went according to plan she could jump up and pin him. Or so she hoped.

God how long had it been since they fought like this? She couldn't remember. No matter how brutal they got, it still turned her on like crazy. And now that she was in her season too. God it was terrible, the only thing that kept her focused was her brothers fangs piercing her skin and his snarls filling her ears. She didn't doubt that he would be fucking her after this, she would be rewarded. No matter how mad she made him, he always came back for more. She knew exactly what it took, which buttons of his to push to keep him craving her, and now with her heat it was especially easy. The thought of their scene of on the beach flashed in her mind. A low throaty growl vibrated in her chest. She couldn't get distracted not now. She focused on her brother entirely, waiting for satisfying thud of his massive frame hitting the ground. Defenses strengthened with her burst of strength and her final move, ears flattened against her head tightly now that his jaws where so close, eyes remained narrowed, coral pools burning. He needed to learn just who his sister was.

Round 3/3

Attacks: Slide her grip on his leg down, dragging her fangs across his flesh in order to reach a more tender spot and then jerk his leg across his chest to pull it out from under him and hopefully send him toppling over

Defenses: Tail still tucked, legs spread wide even while crouched to make it harder to flip her, ears still pinned and eyes narrowed

Inuries: Small shallow cuts to chest. Bite to the scruff, slightly bruised shoulders from his impact. More bites to her scruff. Scrape to her lower jaw

Edit: Accidently hit post instead of preview before I was done, Azzy gave me the okay to finish it. Edited on 6/28

OOC- I'm assuming that his rump is still up in the air since you only stated that he dropped his front half into a crouch