Pongo swam with an elegant grace that belied his penguin form.  A glance towards the human, the brave, perhaps the foolish was all that the Emperor Penguin needed.  Several rapid blinks and a spiral move that would arc him around and down at speeds dazzling for a penguin. 

Uthur was rising from the depths, a large bulbous bodied Orca. Oh, how they battled over the millennia, the two across the frigid waters of the South Pole.  And now the buffoon was assisting the human Kei'taro.  Whipping around as the large beast pursued him, Pongo raced towards the underside of an iceberg. The green-blue ice approached rapidly, and then in a move only capable by the small penguins, he zipped down and hugged the underside of the iceberg. Pongo was racing along the jagged underside, dipping and dodging, all the while knowing that the Orca would pursue him. 

Uthur accelerated, he had spotted Pongo while the penguin was nosing about like the little bastard he was.  He had lurked in the deeper waters, just at the range where the shelf fell away into the deep, dark ocean.  The realm of Uthur was a realm of giants, and yet for all his size and speed, the smaller Pongo managed to escape him several times. Not today. Not today Pongo.

Racing towards the iceberg, Uthur was wise to this trick. He would not slam into the iceberg like he had the last time. Arching his massive body a moment he darted down so he would be under the iceberg and racing along its underside. The Orca was gaining speed, his prey ahead of him hugging the bottom of the iceberg.

Pongo twirled a barrel roll as he checked to see if Uthur followed him.  Along the bottom of the berg Pongo saw what he wanted. The ice was diminishing, becoming a little thinner. The further along he swam the ice berg began to flatten out.  It was now a decidedly deadly race between Pongo and Uthur.