Belle versus Moana

Ariel's Knight Captain Belle clashes with the Beach Barbarian Moana! “You chose the wrong side, island girl,” Belle called out, voice cutting through the storm with sharp authority. “The old ways built these kingdoms. You cannot simply tear them down because you feel the ocean tugging at your leash.” “Old ways?” she shouted back, spinning her oar once with effortless strength. “Your books and your balls and your pretty little castles left my people starving while you played princess. The ocean chose me. And tonight… she’s hungry.” Their bodies collided hard. Their eyes met, inches apart. Hatred… and something far more dangerous. Belle’s voice came out low and rough. “I will bind you in chains of law and reason if I have to.” Moana’s lips curved into a wicked, aroused smile. “Try it, bookworm. I’ll drag you under and make you scream for the tide.” Then the grapple exploded again—swords clashing, clubs swinging, bodies slamming together in the mud and rain with wet, violent, intimate force.