[ He hits the surf more on his side, and grunts at the way the earth pummels his ribs — but it doesn't stop him. It doesn't even give him a pause, he's pleased to discover. He sits up again in a lunge, eyes bright and gleaming. ]

You smell like an aborted failure of a demon left under a dock to rot. Have I ever told you that? I suppose I only just noticed it myself.

] He's lurching toward her again, looking to snag her hair, slam her face into the surf he's just landed in. ]