But before panic took possession of Vanilla, she felt that two bone hands grabbed her from behind and raised her like a baby amidst the pressuring water, picking her upper and upper from the cyan pool of water as they marched at the bottom.
Containing her breath as hard as she could, she looked up through the blurry water; The skull of Lancelot the Skeleton smiled at her underwater, and he jogged to the border of the island.
Maybe teamwork was a valid strategy, something that some of her adventures had taught her on many occasions. Others or herself would have already died if they were fighting alone.
Water splashed and spilled down, and Lancelot put Vanilla down and hid behind a boulder once at the bay of the island. He crouched below it.
The queen was now too busy with the distraction of the Giant Spiders to spot them some meters from her. Her screeches and shots echoed through the spherical place.
