Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

can be penultimate or final round methinks!
I will reply with Nox again on the 14th March <3

They would not talk? So be it. Murkwood would plunder them by force.

The women of the cliffs unleashed a fiery defence, and Nox whipped to face the red woman who sparked it all as she rampaged towards him with all the fury of a raging bull. Snapping teeth did little to slow her charge but the Captain was swift on his feet, faster than her whale of a body and darted aside-

straight into the jaws of another. This one was strong, commanding the battle with a cry that only served to fuel his rage as he fell beneath her. What was supposed to be a simple, in-and-out job had quickly escalated, and through the tangle of limbs he spied Worm and Crowell tangle with the saltsiren, saw a flash of black as Hex disappeared into the brush. 

A consequence of his own instruction, a madness in his eyes as he twisted and turned from the dark woman's grip towards what she had not seen; children. One that rallied curses, one creeping his way, and it was now that the Captain's focus shifted to a greedy, insatiable possession.

Kicking out sharply towards the swollen belly of his attacker, he lunged towards the youths, outstretched aiming to catch one off guard and restrain them strongly with teeth to the scruff. And if he was successful, he'd come to roar above the din. "Stand down! Or we'll kill 'em both." Words then for all, for Crowell and his siren as Nox itched to taste blood. When had he been one to keep moral promises?