Stavanger Bay let me check my itenerary... alright

The woman stood with a confident flash of her teeth and a sharp glint in her pearly blue gaze. Ford was unreadable, as always. And just as quickly as he had arrived, their battle had started. There was a primal pleasure in the appearance of her as she dove toward him, fangs ready to strike. He saw her aim for his shoulder and did not shy away from the hit – the strike was something that he craved. So, Saucy connected with his brutish frame and forced his body backwards with a sharp slice of her weapon teeth. The titan surged beneath the weight of her and relished in the fierceness that she held within her – perhaps she had been a perfect recruit for their lot.

Ford was knocked back through the sand and staggered on his limbs slightly. The warhound allowed for his shoulder to take the brunt of the damage so that he might have a reasonable means to fight back. The art of war was decided by the shots one was willing to take in order to make their own. With a savage snarl, the skeletal brute swung his head toward her and aimed with rapid snapping jaws at the bridge of her muzzle.