Hey! Then the lights came on

He'd at least successfully shaken her, on her confident assault. Good, that's good enough. Davey can be proud of himself, in this. It's fun, he's having a good time. As the girl comes in close, takes ahold of his foreleg, Davey drops his weapon in favor of throwing himself thoroughly into the fight. It would make for a useful hazard on the field. Giving an indignant snarl as he hops on three legs, he fights to right himself.

Off balance and unsteady, Davey's full weight careens into the girl. Somewhat desperately trying to stay upright, he'd just pressure her with his mass until she let go and hopefully relented in turn. Reaching out with his teeth, though it's more for his own benefit than anything else. Sure, he'd maybe stay upright. Maybe. Using Leora to help, before he goes ass over tea kettle.

"Davey"