Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

Though much of his attention was dedicated to keeping away from the flailing beast, whose anger seemed to rage on the more for its inability to strike him, he did keep an eye on her as well. And though she appeared innocent, he thought she held no love for him from the beginning, and so he suspected she was pleased by this turn of events. Even more he was afraid of seeming a coward in front of her, though he now held her in little regard. "Real funny, bitch," he shouted at her above the din of wind and waves and the calls of the sea lions, "just you fuckin' wait."

But what could he do? There was no way he could kill the thing, not when he knew so little of it. Not when he was alone. He continued to dodge it, running in circles around it. Perhaps that would tire it out? And perhaps she would get bored and leave, and then he could flee without any of the shame.