Wheeling Gull Isle and i smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull

No matter how hard he tried, she was always one step ahead of him. He'd charge, she'd move to the side, he'd almost trip over his feet. And then she'd berate him again. The cycle was humiliating; he couldn't handle any more of it.

Orochi shook the sand from his pelt and glared at her. You can keep your stupid beach for now. He turned and began to stomp away. I'll be back.