Oystercatcher Tide Pools Wolf King

She knew his habits; she would break them. The enemy might never know them, but what if? 

As he threw his body in a feint, Ikkalrok was already moving to where she knew she would receive him. His shoulder would meet empty air as she anticipated such a maneuver—how could she not?—and she, parallel to him still and near his hinds, did not hesitate to dive and make a bid for a vulnerable one whilst he sought not to sink in the waters, should much effort have been put into his first attack. The ocean came for her face, though she had expected this, and not once did the woman cease her movement, shifting so her own rear was not exposed to him for him to retaliate in kind.