Wheeling Gull Isle stranded

She’s going to attack you, brother… Sandpiper gurgled at him. You’d better be quick!
 
The pale pirate laughed again, throwing his head back and looking to the skies with wide eyes. The sandy stranger hadn’t even said anything. Perhaps she knew the keeper of the trench. Perhaps she already belonged to the beast beneath the swell too. When he pulled his sights away from the heavens and focused them back on the stranger, he could see the discomfort there. He loved the way that her eyes darted as she tried to decide her best method of action.
 
She opted for an attack. Internally, the pale ghost cursed his sister for knowing it was coming before it had actually happened. He would deal with Sandpiper later on. In that moment, his mindset was occupied by the bold attempt to take him by surprise.
 
The woman darted forward swiftly and aimed with a few precise attacks for his muzzle. Several of them met their mark. Her teeth cut into the flesh of his nose and the bridge of it. Smokestep wheezed out a savage laugh in response. The pain was electric to him – it fueled him. The ghostly figure did not hesitate in attempted to use the full force of his own body to shove her into the sand. He wanted to knock her down. He wanted to see the fear across her face as he climbed on top of her.