As quick as he was to strike, the basilisk was slower to retreat. He had to control each shifting muscle and scale to keep himself afloat as he searched backwards for the black-sanded beach. Thus, Hadama was able to regain himself and utilize his magic once more. The basilisk felt the water harden to ice and try to wrap around his lower two-thirds. Noah thrashed hard, his body bursting up like a spring as water splashed in great waves and the sound of cracking ice overwhelmed the sky. Sharp shards of ice that the thrashing basilisk broke made some gashes in his sides, staining the water with light clouds of red.
Shifting back down into the man he was, Noah landed in the shallowest part of the shore and tripped over a large piece of ice, landing on his butt with a thud and a laugh. "A tough one you are, Hadama!"
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