For one moment of blurred terror, he was flying. And then the dark, icy cold consumed him. He struggled to breathe, his aura was flickering wildly and weakly, the result of battles and the sudden cold. He managed to break the surface and gulp air once before the nereids began to circle, their teeth gleaming in the cloudy light. Shouts and battle noises from the island- death in the water.
Black Hawk cursed, and the nereids circled closer.