Totoka River We'll be sailing,

"Where are you from." Her questions were always more of a demand than asking of something; the kraken knew not how to act nicely when she wanted an answer. Though this fellow who irritated her so, kept switching from strong language she knew, to another she did not. Foreigners, just as she is to this land;

but he pissed her off enough.

"No." Umbra said plainly, the dark body crouching down as she tactifully started to circle the fellow. 

She wanted not just a fun spar, she wanted blood to be spilled.