Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

In the clashing of their teeth and the bounty hunter's attempts to subdue her, Seastorm sought her answer — or at least sensed that it was somehow near. It was not in her nature to yield, however; whether he wanted it or not, he wouldn't have that from her. Never.

Still: there was no denying that in a battle of brute force, Seastorm was outmatched. She'd been trained better than this, of course; always a slippery thing in a true fight to the death, because to be caught would be the final act for her. Or, it was meant to be.

There was no training for this, no script to follow for girls who ought to be corpses.

So she went ungracefully to her loss, snippy and growly and whiny, because that was what she felt like doing. Seastorm aimed mean little nips for his chin and jaw, turning her attentions to punishing him for his victory.