Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

The sea nymph felt his careful gaze watching one shoulder - if she had been more careless, perhaps she would have fallen for the trick, but she thought it would have been far too easy for him to stare and then aim where his vision had focused (surely he’d not stare so intently and reveal his plans); the renoda had told him not to go too rough on her, but she would be startled if he did end up going the way it had looked he would go.

A gamble, but one that rewarded her.

Wintersbane surged forward but swerved to try and land a nip at her right shoulder - with the swiftness and grace of a seabird above the water’s roar, she darted to the side and slunk around to aim a small blow to his side. Whether or not she succeeded was another matter, but it was an attempt, and if it worked, she’d dart around to the other side and aim a blow there, too. If her speed could overwhelm him, she might have a shot at winning - if not, well, it’d help her improve regardless.

Besides, a small part of Faeryn was determined to impress the warrior, at least a little.