Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

Crowell was quick to take the seasalt-siren from Worm's grasps, and Worm from hers, and he needed none of her help in what followed, offering a moment of respite for the vermin pirate to shake the blood from her neck.

Each puncture burned, felt like liquid fire drip drip dripping down dark fur. Worm would retreat a little ways back, away from the fray so that she might've studied it. Chosen which teeth she was matched with.

quick, fleeting moments, hesitation would be punished.

She chooses one of those who assails her captain. Captor. (@Chacal)

And chooses where she sinks her teeth wisely. She was no match in body, but she could bleed them, long as she kept moving.