Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

You are going to fall, she said with certainty, rising up to face him as he was driven back. He heard nothing else but the roar in his own throat as he contested this claim; he would not let this woman beat him — this foreigner, this nobody, who dared to try and strip him of his rightful place. She was the pinnacle of womanhood; this driving force of confidence in the face of the terror he brought with him. A creature built wrong. He saw in her everything he hated about his own choices, and still Firefly placated himself against her portents and her power, sneering through his bloodied teeth as she spoke of legacies. It was just like a woman to bring up children. 

As she advanced she did so slowly, purposefully, and the sight of this battered woman trying to take everything away from him - when he felt like the clear winner - brought a hollow, rasping, breathless laugh out of him. A bellow, booming against the crash of the sea and the rumble of the earth. What could she do? He would not relent for long — and moved against her with all the fervor of a rabid animal, leaping towards her from the cliffside. 

Firefly envisioned his teeth sinking in to the soft tissue of her throat, felt the salted air rush against his face, his body colliding with her's — but it was all in his head. He lunged and felt the hot pain spike through him where she had lacerated his limbs earlier, and his limbs began to buckle beneath his weight.