Witch's Marsh blight

Akavir is also good for some damage/scars that aren't life-threatening.

She lured him further—he was aware of this—he did not care. The woman had sights on his own clan and posed a threat—the spray of water was nothing but a game.

Born of water and living by water—the swamp lands could sluice against him and it would not deter him. Blinking against the brackish water, he was swift in his attack as he closed in upon her. Low to the ground, ears back and teeth on feral display—he used his size to barrel her, fangs slicing to her haunch, keeping his own face from hers, his anger palpable. “Swamp lands call to witches like you?”

In turn—the Mayfair’s were a divine culture of themselves. But never this dark. They turned to the oceans and the fresh water—not to the dirty bracken of the swamps.