Ra sallies forth but in no aim to turn him. Suddenly it is his ankles that roil in darting sear, bladed teeth gnashing above what clash subjected calf and thigh. A scruff of one shoulder he seized, then an ear, prying both in impetuous retaliation. So swiftly did he whirl, guarding the hind end and bringing his weight upon the thrash, swerving down, side-to-side and with embittered growls.
A round more they would tumble like this, both shielding throats, Sapair fighting to see what novel move might be employed next, if it's bluster might be foiled.