Shiro’s dazed world started moving in all sorts of new motions. He was struggling to breath and he felt a searing pain working it’s way down his chest and side. The lights and sounds around him got darker then light again and the noises were busier and less harsh. He felt himself being lifted and he felt a squashy bed beneath him. He didn’t know where he was.

He saw Matt’s face in his mind’s eye and called out for him, suddenly recalling the kid’s actions in the ring. He pushed himself up from the bed, needing to help him. That place would kill him! “Matt!” He shouted, pushing himself from the bed frantically.

Meanwhile the creature was roaring, having clearly expected to kill the small mer boy in front of him with that one blow. The boy still stood and the water around them was turning a murky brown as their two types of blood mingled together. He took a stroke back before darting towards Matt’s tail with his teeth bared. He would tear the boy apart piece by piece!