Where are you gonna go when I'm gone?

She wanted to have her upper body on top of him, pushing down on him. Jaws flexed, trying to keep a hold of him, pain searing through her leg. She hoped that the added pressure would make him snap, that his legs would cave under the pressure on his neck and he would go down. If he fell, then she would release his neck, skull swinging so her jaws could grasp his face, her goal only to get him to release her leg, jaws would snap until they found purchase on his face and would hang on until he released her. Her paws would be placed on either side of him, keeping him pinned beneath her, and once he released her leg, her right paw would lift and land mercilessly on his wounded neck, claws flexing against the tender flesh, keeping him down. If he didn't fall, then she would release his neck, jaws would still go for his face, her right leg would stay across his shoulders, bringing her attacks down at an angle across the top half of his face, while she still kept her weight on top of him just moving herself up toward her neck, bring her weight down on the injured/sore muscle and bringing jaws closer to their point of attack.

She didn't care. Didn't care about anything. She didn't care if she snapped his neck, blinded him, broke his bones. He had sparked an interest in her, a desire to make him hers. It was clear that he wanted no such thing. The only problem was she didn't care, had no feelings or regards to how he felt. It made her dangerous, ruthless. But for the same reason it made her a good ally. He would see that. One day. The day that he belonged to her. Wicked pleasure glittered in narrowed eyes. Pain shot little jolts of pleasure through her, pushing her for more, and for her to succeed. Determination. It egged her on to victory. The only sign of her pleasure was a brief wag of her tail before it resumed its place aligned with her spine, flagged out like a banner, centering her balance.

Round 3/3 for dominance

ATTACKS: Threw her right limb across his shoulders, throwing more of her weight on top of him, hoping to force him to the ground, keeping her jaws locked on his neck for as long as she could. Depending on his response to her attack, there could be possible attacks on his face to get him to release her leg.

DEFENSES: Ears pinned, eyes narrowed, tail flagged out of balance, hind limbs planted wide for balance

INJURIES: Bite and torn flesh on her shoulder, a bite to her left forelimb, severity depending on his next attack, whether he falls or hangs on

OOC: I'm assuming that his attack on her left leg was aimed towards her ankle area? At least that's where I had it land