Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

the trio had been dragged into shallow water as the beast bounded for sea; velen and dalia worried its body, rannveig heroically straddled its back -- he probably looked badass up there, right until he was thrown into the air with all the ceremony of someone disgustingly snapping a bug from their hand.

he was cartwheeled through the air and in that time he saw dalia's bloodied-then-unbloodied pelt (that's hot, he thought), velen's gnashing teeth and feral gaze -- then he saw the swirl of water and the sudden rush as the earth came careening towards him --

{THUNK}

the sea roared around him, closed in on his face and ears and body - he had landed in a heap in the shadows, leaving an indentation in the sand beneath the frothy water. he rose with a shake and a stupid grin, totterinhg as if drunk after the thundering beast. behind the splatter of sea a welt of crimson rose in the tide-water -- rannveig trotted after the blood's wake and with one last effort threw himself into the bull's flank with teeth seeking fat.