OOC here.
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Time seemed to slow down for Neela as the fight became a grappling match, both fighter's moves becoming quicker and more frantic as they fought for control. Despite the confusing and rapid pace of the fight Neela felt more at home now; this was much closer to what she had been trained in than trying to take on somebody wielding a sword.
Pain shot through Neela's newly wounded stomach as her aggressor fell onto her, teeth snapping ineffectively at her throat but getting tangled in the thick fur protecting it. Neela took advantage of her opponents lowered head and sent a quick snap down towards the blonde dog's ears.
Then everything seemed to happen at once, distracting Neela from that endeavour. Just as she was aware of a glint of metal down by her legs her vision was suddenly filled by the sight of a hand rushing towards her, claws outstretched. Unable to dodge Neela instead headbutted the hand, the motion causing her to catch the knuckles rather than the claws. Still the blow was plenty painful; Neela felt the skin inside her mouth tearing as it was all but impaled on her own teeth and a blow to her eye from a ring borne by the other's finger had her seeing stars.
Neela's self defence training took over here and the collie's free hand snapped upwards, looping around the dog's arm to prevent her withdrawing it easily while her hand grabbed the dog's by the fingers, yanking down so that the hand was pulled backwards in its joint. The hold was painful but Neela lacked the strength on her arm alone to actually break her opponents wrist, usually relying on turning an enemies strength upon them to do such a thing.
Still it would do for now and Neela still had what she assumed was a knife to deal with. Lifting her hips upwards Neela kicked outwards, slipping her body so that her legs were now behind her aggressor. The position was incredibly painful as it placed a lot of weight onto her wounded stomach but Neela bit her teeth and bore the pain.
The battle might have been over here but for the fact that somewhere between being punched in the face and the other manoeuvring Neela had lost her knife, both weapons now lay out of her reach. Robbed of the ability to plain slit her opponents throat Neela extended her claws and lunged two closed fingers towards the hollow of her opponent's throat. If this connected than at best it might be a killing blow, but at worst it was still a painful choke.
