Stavanger Bay I saw a great white light,

The assault had begun.

Umbra launched herself at the sea-dog, clinging to it’s tough neck. Vanity charged before him, though he was close behind her. She went for the stomach, and so did he. His jaws slammed against the animal’s salty skin, attempting to get a firm hold on its flesh. The cries which their victim emitted would buy it no mercy.

It writhed in fear now, which made it significantly harder for his teeth to score its slippery skin. Having lost his partial hold, he stepped back and lunged for a new one; catching one of the sea-lion’s odd feet. The taste of sand filled his mouth, but didn’t stop him from ruthlessly crushing down. Considering the lack of protective blubber on the flipper, that must’ve hurt. At least it would further prevent an escape, but at the cost of an adrenaline fueled rebuke from the creature. He kept an eye on Umbra, it would lash out at her first.