Gilded Bay it's a battle cry, it's a symphony

Szymon was indeed clever, for when she pushed again he did not fight back. He dropped his shoulder, yet Ragna did not release him until it was too late. She stumbled and released him. She had not yet regained her balance when he snapped at her, a quick succession of bites that she dodged, but barely. And in the end she stumbled again, falling awkwardly to the sand with a soft oof. Once there she did not attempt to rise, merely flopped bonelessly on the sand, yielding the fight to Szymon. You are a fierce opponent, she said, smiling wryly. Yet still my paws were my own undoing.