His opponent allowed herself to fall, aided in part by his push forward under her chest. Loki felt his teeth catch slightly on her leg even as it was pulled out of his reach. A surge of triumph was tempered by caution, for the female had managed to flip herself to her stomach upon landing and faced his hindquarters ready to leap.
His feet already firmly under him for his push upward, Loki sprang forward to get some distance, feeling the brush of one of her forepaws against the front of his hindpaw as he did. As his forefeet impacted, he twisted his spine, catlike, and used his forward momentum to pivot on his forefeet so that he faced back toward Daegmar. His hindfeet came down lightly, slightly underneath of him so that his body was coiled, ready to spring in any direction, his weight held evenly and lightly. The sharp stinging across the top of his heel heralded the fact that her paw had caught him long enough for a tooth to clip him, though the cut was barely a quarter inch long and barely deep enough to draw blood. Loki ignored it for the moment to keep his concentration where it belonged.
Ears pinned and eyes narrowed, teeth bared in as much a grin as a snarl, Loki threw himself once more toward his opponent. Not straight at her, but rather at an oblique angle to his left to take him to her right, before pivoting once again to face directly at her right shoulder. He drove forward once again, aiming to throw his left paw over her shoulder, wanting to hold her with his leg and his weight as he sent his teeth snapping toward the bunched up skin and fur at the base of her skull. Now he wanted to hold, wanted to sink his teeth deeply not to sever the spine, but with the intention of controlling where her head could go - if he even could. The cut in his left shoulder stung as his maneuver pulled on it, but Loki pushed aside the slight pain.
"Speech"
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