Fire and Ice

The taste of the strangers blood met her jaws, and for a split seconds she enjoyed the taste of her attacker. Blood-lust lit into her, as he seemed to be, wait.. Was he actually trying to get on top of her? Instantly she realized what this was about, and she bucked-up, her jaws pryed lose from his shoulder, as she trashed her head around, trying to grab a-hold of any part of him, when she came to a solution for her issue. Dropping to the ground, she'd attempt to roll over on him, to dislodge herself, from him to get away. Of course this all banked on him, not getting a new grip on her, in the time it would take her to move, and on him not using his body to prevent her from rolling. Her daring move could also become her down-fall.