The fishman growled as Alice held him in place, glaring at him with flashing blue eyes. "How can you… breathe!" He growled.
Alice immediately clenched her fist, crushing his neck and ripping his head off with a single pull. She had given him an order, and when he didn't comply, she didn't have any use to him. She could already sense the gaze of their lord toward her, he probably had some spell snipers ready to take her down.
From the darkest dept of this massive ocean, a rusted iron harpoon flew toward Alice at a blinding speed. With a graceful twist, she turned and caught the harpoon, spun around, and threw it back where it came from. The sniper who launched it ended up getting hit in the skull, getting pinned to the wall behind him like a painting.
