The corner of Trinket's mouth inched upwards just a bit. This was an interesting game now. The amalgamation of sharpness and teeth hit the sand, unphased. It could not feel pain. And shells were hard to break.
She watched the mershark with their piece of wood. She took her time, considering the best way to play the game. Not by throwing the snapper again. No. That would not be a good way to play the game.
Instead, she gave the snapper the command: burrow.
The snapper shuffled and wiggled against the sand until it burrowed beneath the surface. Out of sight except perhaps for a slight lump in the sand. Then she commanded it: bite the mershark. The little lump of sand moved this way and that, heading towards the mershark. Trinket gave it small commands to move left or right, to make sure she could direct it where it needed to go. Then, only once it was right beneath the mershark, did it burst out from the sand, snapping its mangled jaws at the mershark's tail.
She watched the mershark with their piece of wood. She took her time, considering the best way to play the game. Not by throwing the snapper again. No. That would not be a good way to play the game.
Instead, she gave the snapper the command: burrow.
The snapper shuffled and wiggled against the sand until it burrowed beneath the surface. Out of sight except perhaps for a slight lump in the sand. Then she commanded it: bite the mershark. The little lump of sand moved this way and that, heading towards the mershark. Trinket gave it small commands to move left or right, to make sure she could direct it where it needed to go. Then, only once it was right beneath the mershark, did it burst out from the sand, snapping its mangled jaws at the mershark's tail.
