Lust of a Dragon
Occasionally a siren or two, but they avoided my flag.
They feared water dragons as much as they feared Cliodhna, the Goddess of the Sea. Sirens were vicious creatures, but not without their motives. In the water, they'd shout "Oillipheist" in my face like a slur before returning to the depths, so deep the sun didn't touch them.
"Mimic my movements, Evie," I instructed, showing her how to stand properly with a weapon. She looked down at my feet, imitating my stance. "Good. Now, remember this is an extension of your body. A tool, not a toy."