Boss Attacks [LEGACY]: Laguna - pew pew - 402 words

2. Flight! You don’t know this person! Why are they calling you Ronin?! Get away! Draw or write your character swimming for their life from the mermaid who lured them here.

 

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"Move your ass!" The voice of a certain eternal echoed in the water.

 

The first question was how all of them had ended down there, without water breathing potions or transformation. The second, how all of them were still breathing despite that. Third - why did Laguna's trident shoot lasers again?

 

Caspian grabbed Dee from the collar of his soaked jacket, and hurled him forwards.

 

"I'm moving, I'm moving," the pale man hissed at the heavy-handed shifter.

 

"Not fast enough!" Caspian replied immediately. His protective instinct had its positives, but the negatives often outweighed them.

 

A Birkie with white hair and a striking coating of dark feathers caught up to the duo. "Give the dude a break. What's the rush, anyway?"

 

"If Birdie hasn't noticed," Caspian spit vexedly, and gestured at the havoc right behind them, "someone is very angry, and she has the tools to show that."

 

Cerunacaran squinted. Close enough.

 

Angry or well-equipped or not, Laguna sure knew how to make a scene of explosive caliper. The scenery looked more like a block of badly burnt, Swiss cheese, than the bottom of an ocean. A bolt of magic shot from nowhere, and bounced around between the rocks and corals, making everyone duck to safety.

 

Caspian turned on his heels. There was still someone struggling to get away from the madwoman. The eternal swam closer, until the debris and agitated sand didn't obstruct his vision so much. His brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed.

 

Why was there a horse at the bottom of an ocean?

 

"Oh, goodness," Varick spoke, sounding out of breath, "care to help a bit? Hooves aren't made for swimming, apparently."

 

Caspian floated farther away, suspicion clear in his demeanor. A talking horse. What's next? A singing pelican?

 

"By the Skies, you're the worst!" Cerunacaran cursed, swiftly making their way to the Clydesdale. They helped the equine forward, glaring the shifter angrily as the two passed him. Caspian followed them with a narrowed stare, until Dee suddenly blocked his view.

 

"What's wrong with you today?" The man asked.

 

Caspian inhaled deep. "More swimming, less--"

 

Dee outright slapped his hand over the neonpole's mouth, effectively silencing him. "And where might your manners be?"

 

The shifter pried the pale man's hand off his face, letting out a growl. "And how about yours?"

 

Dee shrugged. "The in character -bin, probably."

 

Caspian watched the man swim after Varick and Cerunacaran.

 

The what now?