Steel and claw

Surprising no one, the taller fae was more than prepared for his attack. She dropped her centre of gravity with a bending of supple joints, leaving him to snap his teeth into nothing but air over her right shoulder. The growl bubbling in his chest was audible, but quickly cut off as his chest made impact with her shoulder, the sharp point of bone driving into the first set of ribs and nearly knocking the wind clean out of him. He needed armour before he picked another fight, without a doubt. And then that sharp point of bone was being driven up into the thin tissue near his clavicles, pulling another growl from him.

So he let himself be pushed back, though his cranium twisted to the right as he did, jaws parting once more to seek a grip upon the side of the femme's neck. This time he sought to sink his teeth into the tissue beneath her jaw, though he had no inkling quite yet of the unnatural thickness of her coat that might hinder him from gaining any true leverage. He hoped that if he could secure a grip as he retreated, that by sinking his claws into the dirt and pulling, he could pull her off-balance.

Something something, best laid plans. There was a small canine circling around him, and he only noticed its approach at the last second- keen eyes distracted by the fray up until now. He could barely avoid the incessant nipping and snapping of small jaws at his heels. As he tried to avoid it, he lost his balance, just as intended. If he could manage to gain his grip on the side of her neck, and pull her down with him as he stumbled, maybe there was a chance- a very, very slim one. It wasn't looking good for Aethon's first raid.