Ty's skeletal hand clutched his skull just as the man, cloaked in smoke, lunged forward with predatory speed.
He exhaled a stream of smoke, a prelude to his impending strike. With a swift, powerful motion, he unleashed a punch that connected with a resounding crack against Ty's frame.
The force of the blow sent Ty skidding backward, his skeletal form cutting a swath through the ocean's turbulent surface.
Water sprayed and churned around him, reflecting the moonlight in a chaotic dance.
Ty battled against the waves, struggling to right himself, the saltwater stinging where his flesh once was.
Above him, the man hovered, a silhouette backlit by the moon, his figure intermittently obscured by the drifting smoke. His next move was shrouded in uncertainty.
The man, hovering above the ocean, swiftly dived towards Ty, who was struggling to stay afloat amidst the crashing waves.
