Dragoncrest Cliffs Leather Jacket

She grabbed and ripped the claws off crabs left and right, sending them flying. After a couple attempts, she learned to hold one claw down, grab the other in her mouth and then simply pull, freeing both of the crab's claws so it was left with nothing to fight with. 

Still- it could crawl back amid the thousands of others, and she realized quickly that the crabs she'd disarmed (literally) were simply blending in with the rest. She needed a new plan. She looked around, searching for something that might work as a trap, similar to the one she'd constructed to catch fish at low tide. In seeing nothing, she then began to frantically dig, hollowing out a hole in the sand, keeping the sides of it steep- so the crabs couldn't easily climb their way back out. 

She grabbed a crab, ripped its claws off (though one of them pinched her lip before she could be completely free of it) and then dumped the crab in the hole. To her delight, it fumbled, but could not crawl up the sides. "Theo! In de hole!" She shouted over the sound of scattering crabs. "Stick 'em in dere, dey can't get out!" She shouted, before she plucked one of the disarmed ones out of the crowd and chucked it into the hole.