Stavanger Bay take what you can, give nothin' back!

The girl was not a concern to him. She seemed just as alarmed to see her traveling companion take such liberties on a territory that had already been claimed. It mattered little, as the younger girl tucked herself out of harms reach and watched on with an expression of shock and horror on her face. It was not how Ford would have liked to continue their battle. The idiot who had approached his claim would understand that he did not bow down so easily to madness. Ford had endured far worse than the scarred beast in front of him.

Having met his mark, they tumbled through the sands for a moment before the orange-tinged beast found his footing and made an attempt at a counter attack. The sands were his, though; the titan had learned them backwards and forwards in his time in the bay. He moved a step back. The other man was still quick and his fangs still sliced through the flesh of Ford's muzzle. Blood spurted into the sands beneath his feet, but he reared his skull backwards and aimed a dangerous snap of his teeth for the other brute's skull. He wanted to feel the cavern that held his brain crack beneath the pressure of his jaws.