Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

He'd missed the dip of Caiaphas' head as she went to grab at Verx, but he was gaining on the little party and grimaced, bearing his teeth as he made his approach. The goal was to get in between them if he had to — stop the pointless brawling before something went wrong — but then he was taken by surprise. A pale figure came bolting across the sand; in the silverlight of spring's dawning Firefly couldn't make out who or what it was, at least for a moment. It was like being blinded by a mirage.

Then, everything came together. A shout; the stampede of feet crushing sand; a collision of white on gold as Firefly was bulldozed right out of the picture. His limbs buckled and ankles twisted, sprawling awkwardly and being forced to the dirt before he could really get to Caiaphas' aid. The man loosed a frustrated roar and struggled against the weight of his attacker, snapping his teeth without any proper aim and tried to find his footing before things went completely sideways.