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Firefly did not look away from the rolling storm for a while; he did not hear the approach of Mwe on the sand, too fixated on the booming of the ocean and the crashing of the waves, the sluice of rain that fell across them all. Then, as a third body swept by him and out towards the sea, Firefly's attention switched and followed the buttercream boy as he assailed one of the loose chunks of detritus. It wasn't until the boy had returned along the sand and plopped down to feast that Firefly realized what was happening - that the sea was being syphoned of its gifts. That there was now free access to those daring enough to tempt the storm.

It was then that the man looked to Mwe, gaze fiendish despite their chill, and the spell was broken. He was not going to let the boy have all the fun — and so he tore across the sand, leaving gouges in the wet surface as his reaching steps fought against the tension of the beach as well as the storm's gale; he dove for the different shapes until his teeth sank through the flesh of a fish, but it was torn from him just as swiftly as the air current changed direction. He wheeled about for a moment with fish blood trailing down his chin, and tried again, again, again, not to grab and run but to maim, and see how many he could catch before the weather turned even more dangerous.