Greatwater Lake When remembering a life lost

There was some garbled plea from the male before Nemesis lunged. Olive, he had said. Something about olives. In the heat of the battle, though he did well to keep himself composed, he had to admit that the details slipped from him, fueled by anger as he was. His fangs drew blood from the male's legs, cutting into the meat of his thigh, only to feel the slam of another body. Indigo eyes raised from where he was intent to stay and hold, locking on the woman who had not heeded his warning and thrown herself into the fray. 

Miraak snarled at the insolence, the incompetence. She was not even landing any blows; only feinting. He was quick to let go of Dakarai and put an end to this nuisance, his fangs intent on grabbing her by the scruff like the child she was and pinning her down, outside of the fray.