Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

The relief of him being off of her gave the Tibetan a final rush of moxie, a final endeavor that would either be the life or death of them. She shoved him back further. Blood drained freely from the Swan, her heavy breathing a clear sign of who was the underdog in this matter. Of who should have won in this instance. Nothing more could have been so telling of this, of the predicament that Firefly had forced Stormrift to endure. 
This sickening confusion, this curse he plagued upon the coast. 

“You are going to fall. And your legacy will fade into dust.” Though the words were simple, and her accent thick from her inability to concentrate so hard on commonspeak’s lingual efficiency. 

She made a slow walk forward to him. 
And her valor rose with the task she knew she needed to do.

You are going to fall, she said with certainty, rising up to face him as he was driven back. He heard nothing else but the roar in his own throat as he contested this claim; he would not let this woman beat him — this foreigner, this nobody, who dared to try and strip him of his rightful place. She was the pinnacle of womanhood; this driving force of confidence in the face of the terror he brought with him. A creature built wrong. He saw in her everything he hated about his own choices, and still Firefly placated himself against her portents and her power, sneering through his bloodied teeth as she spoke of legacies. It was just like a woman to bring up children. 

As she advanced she did so slowly, purposefully, and the sight of this battered woman trying to take everything away from him - when he felt like the clear winner - brought a hollow, rasping, breathless laugh out of him. A bellow, booming against the crash of the sea and the rumble of the earth. What could she do? He would not relent for long — and moved against her with all the fervor of a rabid animal, leaping towards her from the cliffside. 

Firefly envisioned his teeth sinking in to the soft tissue of her throat, felt the salted air rush against his face, his body colliding with her's — but it was all in his head. He lunged and felt the hot pain spike through him where she had lacerated his limbs earlier, and his limbs began to buckle beneath his weight.

There it was- he was ready-

and so was she.

Tucking hinds deeply, she picked up speed and began her run. It wasn’t long before they met, as he had eaten up the first third of distance with violent ease. Though he had weight behind him, his momentum was not up to her own, and once the two lupine connected her power of physics sent them far as they were airborne with thick bitings and snarlings-

and the pair went directly over the edge of the cliff, plummeting directly for the frigid and vicious waves, below.

Firefly didn't know what hit him.

And for a moment, as their bodies connected and the earth gave way beneath, he flew.

And then, he fell.