Stavanger Bay you haven't felt my wrath until you've felt my hands on your chest

the siren was thrown off by the wolf's shoulder -- the counter staggered her and she braced her limbs, unsteady in her balance. before she could retort the pale countess' teeth found the thick of her trapezius, and caiaphas was pulled nearly under by the weight behind the blow. with a snarl she pressed her chest to the ground and sprung upwards with the best of her ability, the pain causing her to detract from the counter's original power. she hoped to shoulder the female in kind and shove her backwards enough to beat a shameful and hasty retreat.