Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

No dirty tricks... who'd Sandpiper think she was?  Course not, not with crew, and not in a spar.  Unless dirty tricks were used on her, of course.  She nodded, not feeling the need to audible confirm, and readied.

When the attack came, it was quick and calculated, a far cry from her mad rush on the beach.  Hell, if she could keep her head and do this when it counted, she might have had a chance back then.  Instead she'd let herself lose it.  Rosalyn barely kept her footing as Sandpiper did manage to hook her paw, not quite stepping back quickly enough.  She lifted the leg and, instead of backing away, leaned in.  With no fear of true injury, she could take a wrestling approach, and she tried to lever her frame beneath Sandpiper's to push her aside and off kilter in return.