Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

The two seemed to know each other. Njord had begun to speak his name just before being shoved. Kigipigak turned in such a way that punched her in the face with his hip bone; she rubbed at her lip, tasting a light amount of blood from her tooth being pressed against her cheek.
Njord attempted to save their date by getting the white northerner to calm the fuck down. All the while, Valmúa had her lips coiled in a sneer. At a certain point, she knew that Kigipigak would not take her correction. She shoved her pretty blue shell out of the way so that it wouldn't get crushed, sensing his anger building.
Her red-assed date took a step forward, and Valmúa saw it coming. She flew at Kigipigak at an angle, aiming to grab the thick skin on his scruff and pull him to the ground with her. He was not a light boy, but he needed to be taught that the women af Stormskýli were not fucking pushovers. This was her date. Njord belonged to her.