[@BlackPanther]
The blood on the handle of the fork made it slick. It wouldn't do much damage, and didn't even slightly deter him as he placed his mouth around her neck. She couldn't help it, a growl escaping her throat. If she lost, she was probably dead anyways. [I]May as well have earned it.[/I] She released the fork, grabbing on to the top and bottom of his muzzle with her hands, wrapping her fingers between the narrow spaces in his sharp teeth. "I didn't know by sparring you meant something so, [i]intimate[/I]." She growled I his ear, kicking up with her hips, forcing her knees up into the narrow space between him and her chest between them. He was heavy, and it took all of her force to shove her strong, acrobatic legs out straight out, like a hydraulic jack. She could feel the blood run down her fingers and hands from where she gripped his razor sharp teeth, and groaned against the pain and force it took to keep him from just crushing her throat outright.