“I’m going to kill you now.” Anna said in a somewhat dreamy manner, as if the man’s responses had driven her far past the level of reasonable anger. It was a little disconcerting, watching her go from perfectly understandable rage to complete contentment in the knowledge that she was about to murder a man. Still, she allowed both her arms to fall into the water around her as the focal point of her hatred approached, her hands splaying as she remained eerily still amongst turbulent water. She took a single step closer to the man, separating them by no more than fifteen feet. 

Her eyes were unreadable as she regarded the fearless way he approached her. To her mind the man had to be either the bravest or most idiotic she had ever encountered. No matter though, he would die like any other, of that she was assured. Her hands splashed forth from the waist high water around her, and as if attached by strings the liquid followed her movements and rose up snakelike from the surface. They short forth from her outstretched hands like hounds, hurtling towards the unknowing sailor with lethal intent.

As the twin streams of water approached him they dipped low, though not by much as the man naturally held slightly higher ground. In one smooth movement they sought to pass him on either side of his body and wrap around the backs of his legs, hooking him and dragging his feet out from under him, potentially dropping him on his back at the water’s edge.