There will be blood

Mæva didn't even hear the other woman's words over the blood pounding in her ears. The lion took a swipe at her which she swiftly ducked, scrambling backwards. There weren't any good, safe avenues for retreat so she had no choice but to attack. The lion swiped at her again and once more she ducked, this time seizing hold of the bottom of the lion's right wrist. She immediately started shaking her head, tearing flesh before the lions fangs seized her by her scruff. Oh, it hurt! She flailed and lifted her right paw, by luck managing to strike the cat right in the eye. It snarled and dropped her. She hit the ground losing her own grip as she laid stunned for a moment by the horrid pain blossoming across the back of her neck.