Stavanger Bay let me check my itenerary... alright

Teeth met teeth when Ford moved to meet her, they tussled for control, she pushed against him in a flash of white as her pushed back. Snarls escaped her mouth as she tried to grab at his cheek, the saltwater brimming around them sometimes splashing into her face again.  She took what he had said earlier about learning to fight in both, and tried to ignore it. She imagined that they were dry and on land, that her legs and chest were not submerged in frigid waters and slowed by a tugging current. It worked some, and she was able to hold her ground as they clashed.

do you want to maybe fade soon, and have another one whenever?