[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ian Stryder[/color][/h1]
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Ian's head snapped towards the sound of the voice. Bingo. He had been right about the silent observer. Of course he had been right. His eyes scanned the bushes and trees, but for now his companion remained hidden. Maybe they had moved. Maybe they were a ghost. Maybe they were Steven. Probably Steven. Little bastard always was good at hiding. He cocked his head to the side as if seriously contemplating their statement about predators and bacteria. In reality he hadn't the faintest care in the world about it. He talked out loud to the person in the bushes, but it almost seemed like he was directing it to himself. [color=00aeef]"Fuck the predators, I'm a damn predator. I'll fight them. With- with my teeth!"[/color] His teeth bared as the water, daring something to jump out. 

Grabbing his spear from the land he held it mid length with one hand and began gesturing about with it. Turning full circle as if to show the mysterious person his creation, he called out,[color=00aeef] "See, Steven, perfectly fucking safe. There's nothing in the water, but-"[/color] His words were cut off as his head shot down beneath the cold blue waters. Splashed covered the surface and bubbles of air rose up out of his mouth in silent scream. A single hand resurfaced briefly before shooting down again under the surface. Ian's eyes stared up at the bottom of the surface. The trees and skies were distorted by the water. They waved back and forth as the water slowly settle from the splashing and resumed its regular gurgling.