As soon as the monster's eyes fix on Kal who swims a few meters below me, it freezes, peering, assessing the strange winged boy with its two good eyes, before its face shifts, eyes widening as it calls:
"Another, another!" It screeches at the top of its lungs, causing a tentacle to lash out in the waters between us, cutting through reeds and poor, unsuspecting fish, winding around Kal's body before he can even comprehend what is happening. Kal yelps as he is dragged up, clutching his dagger protectively between his hands as a shifting dizziness succumbs him momentarily, his face green against the underwater glow. Soon enough Kal is slung up beside me, twirled around on a tether of tentacles, under the close inspection of the second head, who blatantly ignores the ceaseless wails of his brother.
