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She moved against him again, and he anticipated more teeth and so he brandished his - only to feel the cold water slap across his face with one of her swift kicks, drowning his vision. The sting of brine was enough to make him pause and draw back a step, to duck and weave instinctively; but he snarled too, tasting the sea water on his tongue and blinking rapidly to clear his vision. She came for him in that moment of weakness — knowing just how to exploit the moment — veering in to his near-blind side and striking at him with incredibly vicious finesse. He could do nothing to counter her. Even if he could, Firefly was too slow.