She trotted now. Her head arched. She stopped dead in her tracks and her front half was held effortlessly on her back legs. She was already sweating. Wild and enraged. She wanted to win. It became a lust. All she wanted was the thrill of the fight. Her thin body weaves around the trees very easily, but she isn't the strongest...
A twig snap and she was alerted, but unaware of what direction the attacker will come from. "You go first. You'll need it!" Her voice booming. Injecting fear everywhere. She isn't defenseless she has years of experience, but the odds are not so much in her favor...
OOC: setting is in a thick forest, no path just trees. 600 word limit. Three attack post plus a closing defense! No companions or magic, just physical!