Wheeling Gull Isle are you feeling it now, mr. krabs?

Haoming released a loud yelp that cut off in a sharp growl as she tried to tough her way through the pain. Her paw came back up to brush across her maw, where blood was welling on the new cut on her lip. It wasn't bad - probably wouldn't even scar - and it no longer hurt like it did with the claw attached. 

The spotted girl immediately stomped over to where the crab huddled on the sand a few meters away and stepped on its back to hold it in place, staying plenty clear of the claws this time. 

"I h-hate this thing," she growled, narrowing her eyes at it and pouting - though she wouldn't admit that part.