Blackfeather Woods the story of a ship

Not in his range of vision anymore, Miraak chooses to yield to Damien's authority, and while his heart beat and his scent are still there the Dark Master ignores them completely to focus his attention fully on the bold sylph's eyes. Bold because she's aware that she's outnumbered, bold because she knows that she's far from standing at their stature, because her state is deplorable and her life but a poorly-chosen word away from finally extinguishing. She's bold because even though she knows she's a lamb she still flaunts her throat before the wolf's jaws...

You think you're a tough one, don't you? he growls, clearly pissed at the female's disregard for his authority. Two steps are taken forward, one as a warning, stomping the ground at full power, the second a statement that he's not joking. Damien is not a creature of compassion. Nothing does disturb you, is that right? he growls deeper, taking a third step with which he cracks the corpse's skull with barely any effort.