Cerulean Cape lost in a concrete jungle

...Sharp needles pierced the skin of her nape, and a shuddering gasp fled her lips as she writhed in pain, the thin film of peace shred like nothing more than wet tissue; before she knew it she was being dragged, side knocking roughly against jagged rocks as her body was heaved toward the water's edge. A fiery burn shot up her spine, but she forced herself to breathe, in, out, in...

Out.

Driving with her hind legs, she kicked upward and drove her might into the belly of the beast - Faeryn might have seemed only a little fish, delicate and pretty, but in a flash she would show her fangs, the frantic scrabble of a pirahna before drifting into the swift grace of a hunting shark. If her attempt would fail (and it would, for his strength had lend him the upper hand), and her head was plunged into the water, she could hold air in her lungs - she was a seawolf, adept at swimming and navigating the waters. She might even have an advantage over him in the rumbling sea... so then she would let him drag her, ceasing her struggles but prepared to spring like a coil of wire the moment she was released into the waves.