don't say it

Shinobi training or no Shinobi training, Aslatiel had earned her level of skill through hard work, perseverance and grit. She'd fought opponents ten times her size and had come out the victor. She spilled blood regularly and was a ruthless killing machine, despite her size. Hikaru could switch his skill on and off, but Asla was always like this. Fighting was like breathing.

Hika did his best to dodge her attack and her claws merely scraped his leg. He then moved to nip at her neck and Asla, rather than pulling away, tensed her muscles and rammed the side of her head against his open muzzle, essentially bapping him on the nose with her face unless he moved. Before she even finished pulling her head back, she was bouncing back a few paces, a grin on her face. This was enjoyable. Tail lashing behind her, she waited, allowing Hika to make the attack this time.