After everything Juneau had been right the kossith had been so resolute that there wasn't away to avoid the inventible not matter how hard they tried. The news had gutted her like a fish but she wasn't ashamed of her attempt. It was going to take more then failure to dim the new found light in her soul. It had been frantic trying to piece some kind of defence together but it was never going to be enough.

The last memory she had was being struck in the head by a piece of shrapnel, it had knocked her out cold into the contrastingly cold water. Water that now pooled in her mouth as she lied on sandy shores. It was like her body knew she was no longer in the sea as it spluttered from her mouth allowing air to gain passage to her lungs. She wasn't the only one there. Slumping onto her side she recognised the cruelty of fate as she was yet again beside the spellbreakers Torsten. A weak fist was raised to slam into the others gut in order to try and squeeze the others diaphragm to force whatever air they had left in the system to expel the water.