[Demda]

But Demda wasn't finished when the dwarf moved to pull her down. Her legs weren't her only weapon. She had her hands, her elbows, her forehead, even her teeth. Demda had faced better men than Hothgra and lived, and she'd be damned if she let him win because of one successful grapple and tug.

One leg was still firmly on the ground, and it'd take more than a tug of her knee to upset the wretch's balance. She hopped on her free leg to stabalize herself. But it was still proving difficult to control her body with the drunkeness and all, and the exaggerated movement caused her to fall into the dwarf. Once her upper body was level with his face, she would begin pummeling him with her elbows. Attacking his chin, the facial nerve just below the forehead, his teeth. Every hit she could make would count.

If that failed to move the dwarf, she'd let loose a straight punch toward his facial nerve, and then drag her fingers downward to begin clawing at his eyes. She eyed his meaty neck hungrily, envisioning herself tearing a chunk of flesh from it with her teeth. There were still many things she could do to destroy this dwarf. And as far as Demda knew, she had nothing to lose, so it wouldn't do but to go all out.