"I do not think so..." Cristiano seemed not to understand her phrase. He was certain his beautiful Regina and Principessa were not soldiers.
"A spellsong is how we cast magic." He turned and looked to the water, speaking next in a song's tune.
"Current strong Tide so fast water rage and turn
ocean long ocean vast sea protect and burn, burn, burn."
As he gave, low and deep from his gut, the surf nearby wavered and rocked before pulling up into a higher wave that bubbled. Boiled in heat. It crashed against the sand and disappeared into the outward flowing tide as quickly as it had arrived by summons.