Morningside Cuesta Is open as an option

With its messed up leg, all they would need was wrong wrong step -- one jump that was a little too powerful -- and it would be a quite wide opportunity for them. It needed to pass that point where adrenaline gave it no favors. But whether it be rocks proper or an uneven shore to a place where it was unlikely to be able to swim, they had the advantage by being healthy.

Arbiter chased after the wounded side. She made sure to make noise as she dove at it, a snarl to encourage it to overreact. Her teeth clipped the air on purpose as it tried to fling itself away from its pursuers, calculated to be out of range. It seemed to work -- there was more of a sink on its next stride, just that little bit of faltering. The next cycle, she timed her dive forward and hooked her teeth into its hip for a second before yanking back and free before it could try to kick. A bleat as it tried to leap away again, but that was uneven and awkward. Progress. Hopefully enough to give the man an opportunity for a strike that would be a bit more final than hers.