Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

Limping to the top of the cliffside, the rolling waves crashed angrily against the mess of rock and jagged slopes it had carved into the stone. Almost as though it was vehement at Firefly’s behavior towards one of its most favored. Brine crested over them in tiny droplets, bringing fresh ire to open wounds and dazed eyes alike. Today had gone downhill, but atleast Akira had answers- 
atleast she could rest. 

But the Tibetan could not simply lay down and take death willingly from this monster. That was no worthy sacrifice. She would fight until her last breath. The telltale roar of this unhinged man shook her to her core, and with pantheresque power, he threw himself at her, to which she barely dodged with any real style. He had pummeled her, weakened her already awful defense. 

But she would not lay down.