With two quick steps I'm already beside Bennett and, in a single smooth motion, I fish him out of the water, these thin limbs proving to still have my hidden strength in them.
And that is even clearer once I pull him fully out, bringing to light what was trying to drag him down as well, a figure embedded in mud, with disheveled hair and algae sticking out, only a pair of red eyes shining behind the obscuring veil and a smile showing the rolls full of shark-like teeth and the black tongue dripping, beyond the long arms and even longer nails digging deep into his legs and carving into the flesh, securing a strong grip of his prey.
Only that the ghoul was wrong, because it wasn't his prey, it is 'mine', mine alone.
And I'm definitely not the sharing type.
