Dragoncrest Cliffs take up your broom, no gods are left

Vercingetorix shook his head. I met her before that, too, but never got her name, he said ruefully. I just thought she was some random sea witch. I'm guessing by your face that's an understatement? There was recognition in Heda's gray eyes; this must be an old foe. All the more reason to chase them out of the sound sooner rather than later.

He turned his gaze down to the woman who had roused, baring his teeth in an expression that was half-smile, half-snarl. Who's insecure now, babe? he asked, unable to help himself. He took a step or two back, covering the areas that Eastwood might miss. The brute let out a low, slow breath, wondering what would happen next.