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

suddenly, the countess discovered a distinct and shocking lack of interest in their scuffle -- she was shoved aside and could not will her limbs to follow, gripped as she had been by a vicious and temporary madness. eyes flashed and she snarled, but ears cupped back against her skull. the woman held her ground, however -- she would give no quarter, and she lunged again to rout the seawolf, teeth clicking in hateful malice.