You throw a fist and connect with grey skin. Your strength alone can get you through this. It's gotten you this far after all.
But something pushes you back and you hit the floor. A weight sits on top of you and a terrible voice taunts and teases you.
So weak.
So fucking weak.
Are you sure that you're really a sea dweller? Or are these just for decoration.
You hiss and feel a hand at your throat. Not wanting to kill, but going for pain. Claws dig at your gills and you know.
You know that you picked your kismesis right.