Anna strode forward, though what should have been a slow stride was in fact more of a gliding motion as her lower body was still submerged in water. The Pirate was hurt, scrabbling through the sand before her, and she wanted to see the pain on his face. The tendril whipped back and forth above him, growing in density as droplets from the surroundings joined Anna’s deadly elemental weapon. Anna took her first bare-footed step on the sand just six feet from the downed man, the breaking waves swirling around her ankles.

It was difficult to keep maintaining two grips at once, so the lock on his feet had to be released for her to concentrate on the tendril. She released him as he stood there looking down on him, out of range of any hasty sword strikes so long as he was on the ground injured.

“Well, how does it feel, to be at the mercy of another?” She asked him suddenly, her eyes grey and haunted.