Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

His words echoed through the silence which engulfed her, and with it, the flashes of blood on the sanded gull, of the disheveled dunes, of the fading scent of her Emperor. Her legacy too, the herald she had brought from home, her namesake, and her trust in the man whom this villain had brought to kneel. She would show how her family had earned their wisdom and namesake. 
And she would make sure this man remembered it, well. 

With an arc of her slender neck, she brought her crown up, exposing her neck, and side glancing him with heat filling her whole. 

“Make me.”

Nearly sprouting wings herself, she was off. Water curled around her in playful trails, disorienting orbs and waves alive, as the sea showed clear favor of her. Like the sea born that she was, the Blue Swan darted through the last splash of wave, and struck, ivory daggers slashing through the blue with such sudden contrast that she was near invisible until she was upon The Enemy. However once she had brought slim jaws to snatch and pull on the chosen shoulder, the water had returned back to the sea, and thus she pulled back, flitting a safe distance away.