Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

He bore down on her position, egged on by the thought that he just needed to be a little closer, and soon fell upon her with the intent to do real harm. This wasn't just a spar; it hadn't been anything so simple from the start, and now that Firefly was able to reach her and grab at her with his teeth, heft his weight against her to try and slow her down or stop her, he felt bold and confident in himself. She would get what was owed to her: she would learn never to underestimate a man again, especially him. No woman would ever rise against Firefly without a proper lashing in return — the man had enough. He would strip her of her power and she would be cowed, returned to the natural state of being beneath him.

He lunged, slamming against her, eager to sink his teeth in to her and pin her down — perhaps do more, but even he was not that kind of vile — and soon could be heard laughing through his breathy gasps, You stupid bitch, you thought you could fight me and take my crown? But he knew deep down that was not the intent; he was fooling himself in thinking he was so important, that she might be after his rank. Manipulated by his emotions and whatever corruption had been festering inside.

Firefly had somehow crossed over to the dark side - and he wasn't going to play nice about it.