Abruptly, the she is right in his face, roaring, pounding at him, slashing 
with her claws. It’s a brief but frenetic exchange of blow and counterblow, more
challenging than any Raman can recall. He bounds back and away with surprise, 
barely aware of the new blood streaming down from around his face, down his 
shoulders and forelegs. He immediately bounds up onto his hind legs, roaring, 
and drops to all fours and charges. The female meets him head-on, roaring and 
slashing, but this time she is the one to withdraw, bounding up, leaping away.