"Run!" He reminded us and clumsily swam/ran away in this gravity-lacking space. He couldn't spare a second to throw us after we dodged him, so he simply kept on escaping.
The school of fish swam in the void, their fins wiggling from side to side as they moved. We, clumsy humans, could only walk awkwardly in the void where no concrete land provided us with a foothold.
I looked at my white-haired girlfriend, waiting to see her plan. She didn't avoid the throw for no reason.
"Hold my hand," Nyssa said quietly, her voice barely reaching my ears. The light we wore on ourselves earlier to help the team detect us immediately dimmed to nothingness, and a layer of ice covered our bodies. A gentle force propelled us to the side, out of the fish's way. It came from Nyssa's control over ice.
