Stavanger Bay This night ain't for the faint of heart

the Cairn girl struggled,  but it was no use. Rosalyn's experience had bested the greenhorn, and Sandpiper was left with the bitter taste of defeat stinging her mouth. And sand.

As soon as pressure was lifted from her smarting shoulders the girl sprung upward with a snarl, her blackened gums curled back in a hateful grimace as she quickly placed distance between the victor and her shame. Overcome by disgrace, Sandpiper limped away -- but not before directing several furious snaps at their spectators.