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[indent][i][color=A296B7]My my, what beautiful amphibians. There are so many. How could I choose?[/color][/i]

Marina’s tongue pressed against one of her upper canines, encircling it as she moved forward. Creating a plan on the fly was something Marina had done many times before and if she was being honest with herself she didn’t find the arrival of a flood of savorasks particularly dangerous. This wasn’t to say she was underestimating them but merely properly estimating a professional diving crew and her own skills as an adventurer and diver. As long as you didn’t let a savorask wrap its tongue around your body, it was typically just a matter of time before the dumb frogmen would drop dead from superior positioning. 

But then again she had never heard of savorasks in the Southern Sea. So, perhaps the more southern crewmen wouldn’t know how to deal with them? It was a slight concern, she supposed.

[b][color=A296B7]“Don’t let their tongues get close to you! They’ll try to pull you away!”[/color][/b] She shouted over the sound of the violent waters slamming into the ship and the ongoing battle that was happening on the top deck.

She thought hard to her lessons about the savorasks, about how their pack leaders were the most dangerous with claws that could tear open the strongest metal and their tongues having the consistency of shark skin. But what did the pack leaders look like? Marina looked through the crowd of savorasks as she hoped the memory would come to her when she saw one of them. Her free hand reached down to her holster, where her diver’s pistol laid. As she moved her sword through the back of the throat of one of the straggling creatures she took aim to her right. She remembered that the chamber was full of simple stopping rounds and not aethershells. That was good, she did not want to waste anything expensive on the first skirmish.

She held down the trigger, hoping to drop another one of them.
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