Ankyra Sound Waltzing the waves,

It wasn't the steely command of Umbra that woke Sunhawk, but the surge of a shitload of saltwater lurking in his throat.

Sunhawk bolted up with a gasp and a belch, projectile spewing a concoction that was a little bit throw-up, a little bit seawater (we call it the Housemade Cliffside Special, no refunds). The vile liquid burned the back of his throat and dribbled down his chin as he sat upright and blinked deliriously.

Umbra swam in and out of view. A few times, Sunhawk tried to rub his eyes and only got sand in them. He moaned in despair, opening and closing his eyes over and over as the world swam in and out of sense. "Wuhheyy," The Endore muttered as Umbra came blurrily into view. He remembered a cliff. A bunch of angry dues. A toothy one.. Oh, this lady.. The were fighting this lady. It was all coming together. Sunhawk piped up with a drunken slur. "Did we get 'em, cutie-petal..?"