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[color=FF00FF][i]Cannonfire already!? What a warm welcome![/i][/color] His instinct kicked in and soon he was untraceable by anyone's sight. He began to dive deeper to avoid any incoming fire. Keeping his breathing in check with the chemical magic knowledge that he had. .His eyes sharpened to see through the darkened parts of the sea.  [color=FF00FF][i]Fuck you, Silvestri. . Could've warned us that it would be a fucking warzone. .[/i][/color]

It was too much. He survived so much death around him. During the events at An Zenui, during his meeting with the so-called avatar of Reshta, during the student’s attack on the school and now not even a month after they get dropped off within a warzone? He did not have any person who he should care for more than himself. . . There was Kaureerah but she usually seemed to have luck on her side and if she were to be in trouble someone else would help her out, right? 

Fiske just needed to get as far away from it as he could. Anywhere but those ships would be a gift from the gods. He dove and swam until he found… wood? Were these parts that fell off the wreck that Silvestri talked about? He needed to investigate it further, luckily for the boy he was the most experienced student at bending light to his whim, not that he would ever brag about that. 

The closer he got to it, the further he went down to avoid anyone noticing him. The threshers in this area were not as big as the Golds he was familiar with but they were so numerous that it became harder to see much else. He wanted to let out a sigh of relief… before he realized it might not have been the best idea underwater. The boy was too confident in his own manas and skill in camouflage that he swam close to the threshers… not even realizing that the rock he had passed left a small cut on his leg.

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While these threshers’ rather lackluster sight could be easily tricked, their sense of smell could not. One by one did they start noticing the invisible prey in their waters, cutting into his clothing and skin. At first Fiske did not notice, but when his sight saw red he panicked. Those things noticed him? He tried to speed himself up through the water, broken bones be damned but these threshers were called torpedoes for a reason… They kept up with his feeble attempt to escape and even overtook him. 

He pushed them away but the kinetic energy he dispersed came back to him. His eyes glimpsed at one of his arms. He wondered why it was so hard to move but then saw chunks of his flesh missing… Was that bone? His bone?.. He grit his teeth trying his hardest to keep his sense of pain down enough to mentally function. Was this going to be the end? Of course it can’t, not after he survived fights against mages three times his superior, a grand demon and even a goddess… to die to a group of glorified arthropods would be the funniest joke he couldn’t live to tell.

[color=FF00FF][i]Well, it looks like I can’t swim away anymore.[/i][/color] The humor in this pathetic way of dying was not lost on the boy who tried to reach the sun. Chunks of his leg… abdomen.. he couldn’t really which it was floated along his one working eye. He tried to numb the fear of death with his own ‘humor’. [color=FF00FF][i]Will I end up in Oratz’s heaven for all the lives I’ve saved?... or tried to at least? Maybe I’ll end up in Escheran’s hell for wanting to live…[/i][/color] 


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The water began to boil and the boy’s mangled face contorted further. The threshers backed off. [color=ce31ce][i]Am I not to your liking? Let me see Dami already, damn it![/i][/color] What little will he had left dragged the threshers back to him. While he did so his body, or what was left of it began to change as something within him clasped onto what he felt was his soul. [color=a758a7][i]I think I see now, I’m beginning to see it all so clearly.[/i][/color] Fiske silhouette was utterly unrecognizable at this point. Another threat was near his broken frame and he did not even notice it. The shore was so close, if he could just survive for a little bit longer, help would come. He knew people wouldn’t just abandon him, right? 

It was then that the sand on which he laid began to shift, his abdomen falling within the creature’s claws which soon created a Fis and a Ke. He could not fight against this thing, not in the state he was in. All he could do was laugh. 

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[color=897689]”Hee hee, hoo hoo hahahaha! So this is it, huh!”[/color] What was left of the Huulisch boy was dragged down as the last of his laughter became muffled under the sand.