The wet explosion was lost on Cyrdic, who was weighed down in the water by his thick clothing and armor. What's more, he'd never been the best swimmer. The man had learned, but it wasn't a great skill of his. Still, he kicked upwards and brought himself gasping to the surface after what seemed like an eternity. Fleshy shrapnel was matted to his head, and from the stench and the lack of roars he could guess rightly enough it was the Troll. 

"Here!" He cried as best he could, his throat halfway filled with water. He tried his best to take in slow, deep breaths to save his strength and keep air in his lungs. 

The barge loomed beside him, but it was swiftly making its way down the river with the current. He could be seen by the side of the railing, however. Briefly, he caught a glimpse of Camilla's face, and his eyes met hers before a wave engulfed him yet again. If he had air, he would growl and curse in frustration at his helplessness. But he didn't have air. The air was now replaced with a blackness at the edge of his vision, the light of the moon slowly obscuring as he reached out of the water desperately one more time. 
[@Penny]