We're going to fight the world or we're dying trying

Rivin let Diablo catch up, at least slowed enough that he could, but kept up her pace to the water. The waves were a bitch, tossing her about as she made her way across to the different islands. At last she and Diablo had pulled themselves up onto Black Island… This island was the hardest of them to get to, and for good reason. She gave a cocky grin as she glanced back at her brother. “Hope you’re ready to get down and dirty, bro!” And like a shot she was off again, darting through the territory as she made her way to the mentioned pool.

The water was murky, the sandy soil that made up the bottom of the pool causing it to be murky. But you could see several of the fuckers just poked out of the water… and one that was sunning itself on the beach. Rivin slowed as she laid eyes on it, gaze slipping to Diabo. “Keep away from the water and go for the one on land. They’ll fuck things up that get in there.” She warned. “You want first go, or you want me to lead off?”

"Speech," 'Thought.'