Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

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The kraken roared, and like a mighty wave falling against the new cyclope. They could hear their bones be crushed, and their skin pierce from the ferocious that was her fangs. However bones snapping, and blood dripping, Umbra was not just a fool to be injured without an offense for her own life.

She could feel her teeth descend upon, fangs sinking into the fleshy substance of what was once Wylla's eye, and ripping it out with a snarl. An eye for an eye, or a leg for an eye, she would not go out with causing a mayhem of sorts. Even if it would mean certain death, as the woman went crazed with such an act on Umbra's part, she was like a bloodthirsty barbarian, ready to charge.

But the coming in terms with the soon-to-be-death, on both of their parts which aligned to the krakens thought, was momentarily pushed away. Sunhawk pushed her so, but at the same time being washed in the scarlet water, and he screamed 'lets get out of here!'

Yet again, was she saved by him.

It seemed destinies aligned, and she didn't let the chance go by, but it was troublesome. She did her best to scurry away from the cyclops rage, and only hobble her self away. She couldn't get far without help, but was quick to hop like a silly rabbit- much to Umbra's embarassment. She looked back to the companion, an actual glint of worry to her eye-

He best make it over alive.