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The colossal wave came suddenly, and it caught him off guard. One moment Sander was dashing across the forest floor, long strides propelling him toward his target, then the next, his feet was out from under him and he was floating, drowning and falling down with currents. It smashed him through leaves and branches and dragged him through the dirt, where his limbs flailed in vain to get a hold on anything at all. He squeezed his eyes shut a few seconds too late, the burning sensation from salt water had began to pulse behind his eyelids and down in his lungs, just as he opened his mouth and tried to gasp a breath. Nothing salt water for his effort, and he retched. It burnt, all the way down. 

It took him a few more moments of reorientation to realize he was surrounded by water still. Icy cold salt water that effective blinded his senses and slippery to the touch, denying him even the shakiest foothold. For all his impossible strength and monstrous endurance, he was rendered helpless so easily in the water’s cold embrace. His fire spluttered, threatened. Cold dread building in the back of his spine, which he tried his hardest to ignore while focusing on the coordination of his limbs, managing short and inhale every time he surfaced. But the water was determined to hold him down, and tried as he might, he could not break its hold. 

He had to, and fast, or he was done for. 

A twinge of regret formed in his stomach at the thought, stemming from memories of blond hair and blue ribbons, so Sander gritted his teeth and struggled harder against the waves.