[This sticky-fingered trip hazard might have won the battle, but Megaera is going to win the war.]
[The moment Ruffnut looks to be clear of her, Meg lunges, propelled by her lone wing, as if sliding across the beach like a stone over ice. Within a blink, she is in front of the other woman, bearing down on her with imposing height.]
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[The moment Ruffnut looks to be clear of her, Meg lunges, propelled by her lone wing, as if sliding across the beach like a stone over ice. Within a blink, she is in front of the other woman, bearing down on her with imposing height.]
Give. The whip. Back. Lest I make you regret it.