h had not done well at all, and studied the woman with a ferocity sparked from the demands of a win.
torgar found his footing and sailed at her again. this time he reared as he grew close, not wanting to be bruised again. his claws struck out for muzzle, for clavicle; his hindlegs stepped, stepped, until the dawnbreaker was forced to regain his footing on all four paws.
teeth flashed in defense, but once more he was too close to the ebon soldier, and dread filled his belly for how she might lay him asunder now.
but, torgar told himself, at very least he was learning.




