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his brother joined for the collision, and all velen could think was how foolish this man was to stand against the two of them. but then again, the ceto had not conquered anything as had the scarred man — his was a blood dynasty, titles passed down and earned with the staunchness of one’s being.
dalia held his children within her, and that thought replaced ford for a moment, driving velen toward the other’s flesh again, uncaring of the lacerations and snaps against his own flesh. 
blood soon flooded into his gaze from a cut over his eye — with rannveig’s combined might, they were more than a force for the stranger. but who would find ford if one of them were mortally wounded? who would fulfill the titan’s edict upon the sentinels?
in the end, velen did not capitulate with death, nor did he submit to the new sea god. he paused amid their battle to back slowly some feet, signaling his willingness to be done with it all, gaze casting to his brother with a silent command that they allow stormrift for now to succumb.