[ His field of vision is awash with blurry smears of color, his ears full of the sound of rushing water. His lungs feel tight, he can't move his body quite right, and the pressure of being trapped underwater with such an overwhelming physical presence has his pulse thrumming against his ribcage. The desire to pull away and get himself to the surface trumps all else, and Gen makes an attempt to kick away from Hayame --
only to feel the puncture of teeth rending into his shoulder.
His voice catches in his throat, muffled by the water, but his guttural scream still emerges as a flurry of bubbles. Clouds of blood begin to bloom from that injury, churned by his halting movements when he fights to free himself. And though Gen's struggles are frantic at first, he does manage to think past that brilliant shockwave of pain just long enough to focus -- and grab at Hayame's arm where his mace at struck, jamming his thumb right against the spongy center of the welling bruise there, where tendons and ligaments had been stretched to their limits.
Overhead, the sounds of commotion are growing -- multiple voices shout from above the water's surface, no doubt struggling to make out what's going on in the canal. Then there's the sound of something sharp plunging into the water. Arrows, Hayame might realize when one grazes her flank; even with the water slowing it down, it still grazes her haunch, with more arrows cutting through the water around her lower half. ]
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only to feel the puncture of teeth rending into his shoulder.
His voice catches in his throat, muffled by the water, but his guttural scream still emerges as a flurry of bubbles. Clouds of blood begin to bloom from that injury, churned by his halting movements when he fights to free himself. And though Gen's struggles are frantic at first, he does manage to think past that brilliant shockwave of pain just long enough to focus -- and grab at Hayame's arm where his mace at struck, jamming his thumb right against the spongy center of the welling bruise there, where tendons and ligaments had been stretched to their limits.
Overhead, the sounds of commotion are growing -- multiple voices shout from above the water's surface, no doubt struggling to make out what's going on in the canal. Then there's the sound of something sharp plunging into the water. Arrows, Hayame might realize when one grazes her flank; even with the water slowing it down, it still grazes her haunch, with more arrows cutting through the water around her lower half. ]