Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

Her consequence came fast and hard- she was heaved airborn and away from the protective embrace of the waters, landing with a hard and suffering thump on hardened wet sand. A gasp left her and a wheeze came back as she felt her weight sift unfavoriting to her chest. 

Before she could find her calibration, she watched him stride from the waters, evil intent written all over his features, and most noticeable in his eyes. Several curses slipped through slender lips as she fought to regain her footing and throw herself into a sprint, kicking up as much sand as she could at her enemy as she headed to the cliffs.
Chest heaving, she took off, trying her hardest to ignore the feeling of something broken in her.