Trinket watched silently as Kaiden struggled with the slimy cloth. The look on the mershark's face was interesting. The hissing sound he made was interesting.
She wanted to make him make more sounds.
She gave the cloth another command: tighten.
The cloth began to squeeze, like a snake constricting around its prey. It continued to squeeze harder and harder, the inanimate object never growing tired. Though perhaps the mershark would be able to yank his hand free. If not, then perhaps the cloth might grow so tight that his hand would grow numb and he would drop the board.
Trinket decided it wasn't enough to just wait and see. If she were going to win the game, she would need to do more.
She looked at the scattered rocks and shells in the sand. None were particularly large or dangerous. But they might be enough of a distraction.
Jump, she commanded one, directing it to leap at the mershark. She gave the same command to another, and another, one by one, until the mershark's tail was being pelted by small, annoying objects. Enough, perhaps, to distract him from the struggle with the cloth. Such a distraction might make him lose his grip on the cloth, so that it could squeeze his hand until he dropped the wood.
She wanted to make him make more sounds.
She gave the cloth another command: tighten.
The cloth began to squeeze, like a snake constricting around its prey. It continued to squeeze harder and harder, the inanimate object never growing tired. Though perhaps the mershark would be able to yank his hand free. If not, then perhaps the cloth might grow so tight that his hand would grow numb and he would drop the board.
Trinket decided it wasn't enough to just wait and see. If she were going to win the game, she would need to do more.
She looked at the scattered rocks and shells in the sand. None were particularly large or dangerous. But they might be enough of a distraction.
Jump, she commanded one, directing it to leap at the mershark. She gave the same command to another, and another, one by one, until the mershark's tail was being pelted by small, annoying objects. Enough, perhaps, to distract him from the struggle with the cloth. Such a distraction might make him lose his grip on the cloth, so that it could squeeze his hand until he dropped the wood.
