Oh, Kaiden. The octopus didn't follow you. It had been here all along. These were its favored hunting grounds and home territory, and you were the intruder here. Hadama might have scared it off once, but that had only been temporary. Colors rippled across its mantle: agitation and fear, yes, but also stubborn resolution and anger. Suffice to say, being charged did not improve its mood and it reacted as any reasonable octopus would.
It squirted ink directly into the face of the incoming mershark and jetted to the side, eight arms writhing and roiling as its dander was put well and truly up.
Perhaps that wasn't the best time forRay to approach it. Maybe if she'd attempted negotiations first... but alas, they would never know. The offended octopod didn't care how nice her tone was; seeing only yet another intruder coming over to further annoy it, it lashed out with one whip-like arm--
Which was when Hadama swam in to the party, emerald eyes bright with intense focus as a swift and unnatural current made of water magic sent the octopod's aim a few inches to the side, sparing Ray from a nasty welt.
I am open to suggestions, the King admitted, considering their last, pugnacious obstacle with a furrowed brow.
Round 5: Last round!
Get that octopus outta here!
It squirted ink directly into the face of the incoming mershark and jetted to the side, eight arms writhing and roiling as its dander was put well and truly up.
Perhaps that wasn't the best time for
Which was when Hadama swam in to the party, emerald eyes bright with intense focus as a swift and unnatural current made of water magic sent the octopod's aim a few inches to the side, sparing Ray from a nasty welt.
I am open to suggestions, the King admitted, considering their last, pugnacious obstacle with a furrowed brow.
Round 5: Last round!
Get that octopus outta here!
