Wric grins smugly as the girl rushes him. It was a bad idea for many reasons. The fact that he was over a foot taller than her. Their body dynamics, and the fact that she was picking up speed would be like running into a brick wall. Unfortunately for Wric though, his hoove hits a unexpected patch of bumpy grass, and right as she collides with him - the impact is softened as he slips, and she is brought with him. Stunned momentarily as she whacks him on the ground. His fists shoot up, and grab both her wrists. A domineering grasp, and then an assertive roll so their positions were flipped effectively man handling the shorter girl.  He pins both her arms above her head, and his head tucks down. Lips against her ear, and his warm breath cascades along her collar as he taunts her. "Say my name, and I'll let you go."