The waters of the rainbow road came in many hues, but red was swiftly becoming predominant. Swift as the sharks were, they couldn't outswim Melita when she could sprint on top of the water at her full pace. They tried, of course; they couldn't stop themselves from chasing down what their instincts insisted was fleeing prey.
Unfortunately, they wouldn't live to learn from that mistake.
An electrified arrow took one straight through its gaping mouth as it rose above the waves and it sank, thrashing, not to resurface. Sila's fierce fire caught the rising dorsal fin of the second shark, searing its wet skin and startling it so that it dove away from the cause of the alien pain. That just left the third and final shark to leap out of the water towards the Honeybee, small but stupid mighty as it attempted to latch on to her leg.
Hadama had his own concerns underneath the waves. It took him several precious seconds to free his trident from his previous opponent while the other two hunters charged ever closer. In the end he couldn't bring the tines to bear in time and made do with muscling the weapon around and stabbing its sharpened butt into the lead shark's throat and up into its small, vicious brain.
The second echo shark swerved and came around its partner's body, but the detour gave Hadama just enough of a chance to let go of his trident's shaft with one hand and close his fingers into a fist, biceps and back muscles bunching and releasing in a no-nonsense punch to the predator's sensitive nose that left it dazed and retreating in pained confusion.
Unfortunately, they wouldn't live to learn from that mistake.
An electrified arrow took one straight through its gaping mouth as it rose above the waves and it sank, thrashing, not to resurface. Sila's fierce fire caught the rising dorsal fin of the second shark, searing its wet skin and startling it so that it dove away from the cause of the alien pain. That just left the third and final shark to leap out of the water towards the Honeybee, small but stupid mighty as it attempted to latch on to her leg.
Hadama had his own concerns underneath the waves. It took him several precious seconds to free his trident from his previous opponent while the other two hunters charged ever closer. In the end he couldn't bring the tines to bear in time and made do with muscling the weapon around and stabbing its sharpened butt into the lead shark's throat and up into its small, vicious brain.
The second echo shark swerved and came around its partner's body, but the detour gave Hadama just enough of a chance to let go of his trident's shaft with one hand and close his fingers into a fist, biceps and back muscles bunching and releasing in a no-nonsense punch to the predator's sensitive nose that left it dazed and retreating in pained confusion.
