The Sunspire black seas

there was a lot going on-- conversationally and physically. terance kept losing track of titmouse, who was still in the way but also not exerting any force onto anyone, but he was arguing with rannoch now-- the dipshit. seabreeze, who was bleeding (much to his horror), had backed up a moment ago, but had returned to help pressure redshank into submission. good. 

terance held tight and still though, for he was in control (along with seabreeze and treason) and was merely waiting for rannoch's command. and when he got it-- oh boy when he got it-- his emerald gaze shot straight to titmouse's gaze, blazing and threatening. and then, with a loud snarl, terance moved to slam redshank to the ground with the help of seabreeze and treason. teeth digging into the male's neck but not crushing it. and though rannoch had put him in charge, sunspire's beta looked to treason, who was still holding onto that leg, chunks of flesh torn, and gave her a heavy nod. "break it," he said, and then his gaze found titmouse again. a challenge. who did he side with? because terance fully trusted treason and seabreeze to handle redshank-- and he was feeling plenty confident enough to fuck titmouse up as well.