He kicked his feet as hard as he could as though it would release the monster's grip, but of course it did nothing to sway its hold - especially when he discovered its tongue was barbed and clenched into his flesh to where it felt like it was about to be pulled off.
The creature pulled him in further and further towards its sharp teeth and wide mouth that was the perfect size to be his permanent coffin - or at least one until it digested him and disposed of his remains in the worst way imaginable.
Azier focused on the light in his hands and attempted to grow its power into a deep heat - but fire just couldn't manifest - duh - he was in water. Now what?
The thing had nearly pulled him entirely into its maw and he abandoned magic as his primary weapon, and instead resorted to his grit and the strength he had worked on all day as he grasped onto one of the large teeth and held onto it for dear life.
