Sea Lion Shores ours is to smile at your passing, friend

i'm keeping this vague to facilitate wrapping up - let me know if you want me to take more damage for 'phas

there was little hope for victory for caiaphas -- not when the sylph was pitted against two. at her best she was scarce a swarthy opponent, and before the eyes of two fullbodied and capable adversaries, her chances of obtaining little injury were slim.

her teeth were met with equally armed teeth -- and as she pulled away the lance of charon's bite stung her scruff, welling forth a vibrant shade of crimson. outraged by the male's contact the waif shrieked and parted, pushed roughly aside by atreyu's advancement. "cowards!" the seawitch spat, hissing into the sand as she wormed away from the two. if she could put distance between charon and atreyu, her means of escape would be easy. with weasel swiftness the coywolf ducked under charon's strike, feeling the brush of his teeth scrape along her haunches and pull fur and flesh with its departure. she wheeled upon them, careful to keep them out of striking range. "your day will come." the she-wolf intoned darkly, her voice flush with raw conviction. "may kevlyn greet you at the gates when it does."

not caring to wait for any further blow, caiaphas attempted to slink off like the felonious weasel she was.