Stavanger Bay I have no home; I make awareness my dwelling.

He slammed her against the sand as if she were a child, and she cried out briefly as it reopened some the fresh wounds Thuringwethil had laid down.  They bled into the sand, and her breath left in a hiss as she felt his teeth near her throat.  She couldn't move... even struggling to get away would probably bring a swift end.

Her heart hammered as she remained stock still, glaring.  "You can't..." she began, but it was all she got out.  Obviously he could.  Obviously he just had.  And now he would likely finish her off for her defense.  Where the hell was her backup?