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

it had worked -- if only briefly -- caiaphas' fumbling counter had yielded a brief pause in their scuffle as erzsebet was momentarily shoved aside. caiaphas would not wait for an invitation -- with a diving, near porpoise-like lunge she attempted to free herself entirely from the madwoman, though she felt a thick and hot pain flush the side of her neck as she did so. the exertion caused a grunt and a gasp with each frenzied stride, but caiaphas would not and could not falter -- she would make it home, bloodied if need be -- but she would make it.