Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

"Oh - but I have heard about water-wolves. So - there might be some truth in what you are telling me now," Dwin put this thought on a shelf to ruminate about later. "Well - flew - like you hang in the air for a moment and then crush. That's, how she broke her foot. She was very lucky to have just a broken foot. The other option was becoming a mush - then this would mean that I would not be here talking to you and trying to figure out, how to  deal with this," the term "flying" eventually depended on the definition you assigned to it. For Dwin it was any time spent in air, for others - time was an important distinction.

She was still not convinced of the vulnerability of the crab and did not believe that hitting it against the sand would make any difference to its aggregate state. She decided to grab it whole with ther teeth, which she succeeded in - only pincers and tiny legs were left out of the side of her mouth. After letting out a short sigh she crushed her jaws and the creature disintegrated in pieces of meat and bone-like substance in her jaws. She chewed, food trickling down her chin and she swallowed, feeling every bit of the broken exoskeleton scraping against her esophagus on its way down. "I prefer non-shelled things, to be honest," she turned to Val.