Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

Leokadia narrowed her eyes as he spoke her name in the way she so despised. He pushed the wrong buttons, and the austere woman would whip him into place with her tongue. She was never so eloquent as she was when insulted; she was a simple, brutish woman otherwise, but ah, her dear elder brother had access to different functions within her. I thought so myself, she admitted with a bearish shrug, and again her eyes trailed his frame. Truly, it had hardly lost anything; she simply knew buttons to push, too, and oh, Leokadia was a grand instigator when it came to it--though you have disproven that theory, haven't you, scrawny? Ah, forgive me, I meant, Skelly, she bore her fangs in a savage grin as her tail waved gamely behind her at his next volley of words. 

The mystics have always preferred the pretty ones, haven't they? The odds are doubly so in my favor this day, she moved to circle loosely around him, as a shark might its prey. Your move, she invited, and established her defenses swiftly.