Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

The warhound met his mark and felt as the girl seemed to crumble beneath the weight of him. Her body was smaller than his own. She did not even turn to meet him with her own weapons. Instead, she was met with sand and he released his hold on her as soon as she had been pinned. Stepping back once, Ford peered down at the girl with an unreadable expression. The hollow glimmer of his gaze did not speak of pity or worry; it merely studied her with a fierce intensity. Perhaps he had expected that she would do more, but that was his first mistake. He knew that he should not have expected anything from one as soft as the freckled girl.

“What do you think you could have done differently?” the titan asked her in a soft tone. He lowered his head so that he could look at the shimmering sea green of her eyes. It was a learning experience; he did not aim to harm her in any way. Still, based on that sole interaction... she had a lot to learn.