But she had swiftness he did not, and soon he was on his back again, she over him, nearly straddling him as she pressed her wooden staff across his chest and held him firmly in place.
"You're making this too easy, Thoronir! Come! I thought you didn't want to be a healer's boy! Now fight me as if you were a man! A hunter! A warrior! Those who cry out for death and blood!"
Removing the staff, she got to her feet and danced around him, eyes sparkling in the night as she watched him, body crouched like that of a tiger.